#and given it is his natural body it was easy too
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Just an intrusive thought to add to the series of random ideas that strike me throughout the dayâthis time while working out to the most chaotic playlist you can imagine.
A workout routine with Jack!
Maybe youâve suddenly found yourself dropped into another world, surrounded by traumatized and slightly unhinged students (or completely unhinged, depending on how you look at it), all while trying to survive the chaos of an insane school semester. Naturally, youâve barely had any time to care for yourself. Just maybe.
Then, during one of Professor Vargasâ motivational lecturesâpeppered with lines like âExercise is essential for self-care! Just look at me!â and âA healthy mind lives in a healthy body!ââa thought crosses your mind: âAlright, one hour of exercise a day wonât kill me⌠probably.â
To be fair, realizing you canât even chase Grim around the dorm without gasping for air and nearly collapsing was the final push you needed. Something had to changeâand fast.
The problem? You have no idea where to start. After mulling it over, you decide to drop by the athletic club. Watching others train might give you a clue (or, letâs be real, trigger some anxietyâthere are a lot of sweaty guys in short shorts, after all).
As soon as you arrive, the first familiar faces you spot are Jack and Deuce, who immediately look at you like youâve just fallen out of the sky (which, admittedly, isnât far from the truth).
After some chatting, you explain why youâre there. Jack, much to your surprise, seems more excited about your decision than you are.
And letâs be honestâgiven his physique, itâs no shock that the wolf beastman is the living embodiment of a gym rat. As you ramble about wanting to get into shape, his tail swishes back and forth, his subtle smile betraying just how thrilled he is.
â Thatâs great. If you need anything, just let me know, â he offers sincerely.
And, of course, you take him up on it. Jack is easily the most dedicated person you know when it comes to fitness, and more importantly, heâs kind enough not to expect something outrageous in return.
But itâs a terrible decision.
Not because Jack is bad at helpingâquite the opposite. Heâs an incredible instructor: patient, committed, and always willing to lend a hand. The issue is that you were expecting something easy. A casual evening stroll, maybe some jumping jacks. Nope.
Instead, Jack shows up that very weekend with a detailed workout plan, complete with an intimidating ABCD schedule (whatever that means), exercises with weird names, andâworst of allâone hour of cardio every day.
Yes, he genuinely wants you to run for an hour. Every day. Youâve seen him jogging past your window before sunrise, but you never thought youâd be dragged into it too.
To make matters worse, some of the exercises sound downright absurd.
â Bent-over barbell rows? â you ask, staring at the workout sheet like itâs written in an alien language. â Do we need to find a boat for this?
Jack chuckles softly and replies, as if itâs the most obvious thing in the world: â No, just a barbell. Iâll show you.
The first few days are brutal. By 8 PM, youâre practically falling asleep on your feet, and your muscles are so sore that walking through the hallways feels like a challenge. But oddly enough, your mornings start to feel a little more structured. Despite the physical exhaustion, Jackâs company makes everything worth it.
During your sessions, you chat about all sorts of things. He even shares tips on improving your dietâalways as gentle suggestions, never pushy.
Itâs honestly adorable. Hard to believe this is the same guy who nearly kills you with his workouts.
Of course, there are moments of pure misery. Like the time he introduced you to burpeesâan exercise that can only be described as modern-day torture. But in the end, the support and camaraderie you share with Jack turn the grueling routines into something almost⌠enjoyable. Almost.
Jack seems genuinely excited about your commitment. After all, what gym rat wouldnât want a workout buddy? But itâs more than that. He enjoys your company and takes pride in helping you improve. He even goes out of his way to ensure youâre safe and donât overdo it.
When you try to slack offâcut a set short or cheat on your formâhe sighs heavily and says firmly: â Youâre only cheating yourself, not me.
Itâs giving strict dad energy.
Yet, heâs also incredibly perceptive. When you get frustrated or demotivatedâlike the time you stopped mid-run, gasping for airâJack slows down and walks beside you, encouraging you to keep going at your own pace.
Beyond the workouts, Jack introduces small healthy habits into your daily routine. He reminds you to carry a water bottle, stretches with you before class, and even brings homemade protein bars. He insists theyâre nothing special, but youâre convinced he blushed when you complimented how good they were.
As the days pass, you start to notice small improvementsânot just in your stamina but also in how much easier your mornings feel. The group grows, too, with Epel, Sebek, and occasionally Deuce joining in. Itâs chaotic but oddly fun.
Training with Jack isnât just about getting fit. Itâs about building a deeper connection with him. Because letâs face itânothing bonds two people like suffering through a set of crunches at six in the morning, right?
Final verdict: 8/10 experience. Exercising is still a nightmare, but Jack makes it bearable.
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Father Jose Maria was a handsome young priest with great ambition who worked tirelessly to ascend the ranks of the Conformist Church hierarchy, hoping to one day capture the attention of Holy Patriarch Samuel XXI, the revered leader of the world's largest faith. After excelling in his duties and demonstrating his piety, intelligence, and leadership skills, Jose Maria was finally chosen to serve directly at the Church's capital in Lateran City as one of the Patriarch's personal attendants.
At first, Jose Maria was overjoyed to be so close to the wise and kindly spiritual leader he had long admired. Holy Patriarch Samuel XXI seemed like a fatherly figure, a voice of reason guiding the faithful through the chaos of an ever-changing world. In public, he projected an image of grandfatherly benevolence, focusing solely on matters of faith and spirituality.
However, behind closed doors, Jose Maria soon discovered that the Holy Patriarch was a much more cynical political operator than he had believed. Samuel XXI knew all too well how precarious his position was, given the turbulent nature of world politics and the delicate balance of power between nations. He was not just a spiritual leader, but also a skilled diplomat and schemer, constantly maneuvering to ensure the survival and prosperity of the Church in an uncertain climate.
More shocking still was the Holy Patriarch's expectation that his personal priestly attendants would disregard their vows of celibacy, chastity, and purity whenever he desired them. As a means of relieving the immense stress that came with managing an international religion and negotiating with powerful heads of state, Samuel XXI would require sexual relief from the handsome young priests he had handpicked to serve at his side.
Jose Maria found himself unwittingly drawn into the role of one of the Holy Patriarch's personal concubines, entrusted with keeping the patriarch's dalliances a closely guarded secret for the sake of protecting both Samuel and the Church's reputation. He was expected to be available to satisfy the old man's carnal desires whenever the weight of his responsibilities became too much to bear.
Perhaps most disturbingly, Holy Patriarch Samuel XXI insisted that his priestly lovers not use any form of contraception. He took great pleasure in watching their toned, muscular bodies swell with the evidence of his virility - seeing them grow heavy with the children he had sired through the forbidden act of impregnating priests. Jose Maria soon found himself carrying one of Samuel's illicit bastards within his own womb.
Even as his belly began to expand and round with new life, Jose Maria was still expected to fulfill his duties attending to the Holy Patriarch personally. In fact, when the old man knew that one of his young priests was pregnant with his seed, it seemed only to stoke the flames of his lust further. He would take great delight in coupling with a priest who was visibly showing signs of carrying his child, the swell of their abdomen seeming to inflame his desire.
To explain away the growing bellies of the Holy Patriarch's personal attendants, the senior clergy would just tell curious observers that they had simply gained weight due to being forced to eat the rich and decadent food served at the lavish banquets and feasts put on for visiting dignitaries. Since Samuel himself never partook in such indulgences (having taken a vow of poverty), it was easy for many to accept this flimsy excuse. Few seemed to question why a group of fit, healthy priests would suddenly develop potbellies seemingly overnight. Even fewer would notice the kicks and movements coming from within their bellies.
As Jose Maria's belly continued to grow with the Holy Patriarch's offspring, he found himself torn between his sacred vows and his duty to serve. He knew that he should not be engaging in such carnal acts, let alone bearing children as a result. And yet, he could not refuse Samuel XXI - not only because it was the patriarch who had given him this prestigious posting, but also out of reverence for the office itself. And, if he's going to be honest with himself, he finds the mature, charming, cunning priest old enough to be his grandfather to be attractive, in a way that makes Jose Maria want to spread his legs willingly and repeatedly.
If you like my work, Buy Me a Coffee.
Father Jose Maria, pregnant priest.
If you like my work, Buy Me a Coffee.
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My head canon for Ichigo: he's been dead since Urahara cut his soul chain, his body was prepared so it wouldn't decay/he could use it as a gigai and it would age. He should have been unable to go back to it at the end of the manga given his power levels, thus realising his dead from the start status.
But also what a reveal would that have been, to know you were dead and in bought time from the moment you decided to go to the afterlife to save your best friend (who's also been dead from the beginning). You chose her world (that's also yours) and you didn't now.
Also Urahara being a creep and doing Ichigo body as a gigai and not telling a soul.
#bleach#my thoughts#ichigo kurosaki#that is one dead dead boy#bring me the horror back#the creeping suspicion as Ichigo powers up and goes through the manga#he doesn't belong to the living (anyone that his father does anyways)#that is as much as he can make himself so#which could have been enough if not for his botched apotheosis#(ending#what ending? bleach didn't end)#The way bleach treats Ichigo body as something to put and quit is soooo creepy#when your body is no longer associated with yourself bc your soul has vacated it that's a cadaver people#that's your corpse animated by magic#but Urahara can bring back the dead to the living with his super special gigai#so I don't see how he didn't gave Ichigo body some special treatment#and given it is his natural body it was easy too
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Iâve Got My Eye On You
Summary: Reader is a Special Surveillance agent assigned to spy on Spencer. He manages to see through her cover, and thoroughly enjoys the confrontation that follows.
Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader
Category: Smut
Content Warning: voyeurism, oral (f!receiving), unprotected penetrative sex, f!masturbation, slight dubcon regarding recorded sex, heavily based on that one scene in scandal, iykyk.
Word Count: 3.5k
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Iâd always been good at watching people.Â
My life had been spent mostly to myself, divulging the information people offered without even realizing. When you talk less, you learn that body language, passing remarks, or even the quirk of an eyebrow gives away more than anyone ever realizedâ maybe more than an actual conversation at times.Â
And I took it all in stride, not a single detail left unanalyzed. People were always surprised when Iâd mention my observations, finding a way to explain a seemingly unexplainable situation, those around me wondering how on Earth I couldâve been privy to that. Iâd always shrug at their queries.Â
Pay more attention, I guess.Â
It wasnât a surprise that Iâd ended up here, I suppose, in the end, as an Investigative Specialist for the FBI. I doubt that my listening skills were exactly what landed me the job, but Iâd like to believe they contributed more than they actually did. Regardless, Iâd never expected the result of the decisions Iâd made over the years to lead to thisâ involved in spying on an agent of our own.Â
The infamous "Dr Reid".
His specific circumstances had been shrouded in secrecy and mystery, apparently having just been let out of prison. (Prison? Howâs he an agent then? Anyway, not my problem).
 The Bureau had been curious about erratic behavior on his part, and the string of discrepancies involving the unit he was involved in. Apparently, there had been multiple unforeseen and unprecedented events all occurring under the same team in a relatively small time-frame, and despite smaller investigations, nothing came out of them to warrant any real disciplinary action. Probably why they brought me in, in the hopes of changing that.Â
Iâd been assigned to put up small, virtually undetectable cameras and listening devices within his apartment. 24/7 home surveillance, no exceptions. I couldnât help but think that the guy really should invest in better apartment security, despite how easy his naivete made my job. His lack of caution surprised me, given the details Iâd been given. For a guy who had a penchant for being framed by the ghosts of his past, he sure didnât live like it. Even as an FBI agent, he essentially had no technology to counter my own, and the height of his protection was a standard deadbolt. Was he insane? Unaware, somehow? Only time would tell, I suppose. And I had plenty of that, to watch and deduce the nature of his mind on my own terms.Â
My time spent with Spencer resulted in one, overwhelming conclusion. Spencer Reid lived a relatively quiet life. His apartment was barely used, honestly, given the sporadic nature of his job. (Which was a shame, in my opinion, because itâs a nice apartment). When he was at home, he seemed to remain quite unassuming. The positions Iâd see him assume often were that of being hunched over on an aging leather sofa, pouring himself into grading papers, or creating lesson plans for his students. Oh, right. Did I mention he was also a professor? He is. Iâd assume he likes the job, given how much of himself he gives into it, or maybe that was just who he was as a person. I wasnât sure yet.Â
I monitored his life outside of the apartment occasionally as well, just to see what intel I could gather with further investigation. There wasnât much. Coffee shops. Book shops. Coffee. Books. Coffee- God, does the guy do anything else with his life?Â
Most days, though, Iâd liken him to butter spread too thinly over toast. Sleepless from nightmares that would have him walking around his apartment until daylight broke through the window panes. I felt exhausted just watching the guy, and it seemed insane that he could continue to live on when he left that apartment at the break of dawn. It didnât seem like he had anyone to talk to, honestly. From what I was seeing, he wasnât a threat to the Bureau, just a sad, middle-aged man whoâd been dealt the most unfair of hands in life.Â
Iâm sure thereâs a moral somewhere in all that. To waste your potential on something that gives so little back. Oh, well. My report was nearly finished at this point, and the most I could recommend the higher-ups was to get Spencer a better therapist, maybe. This one wasnât really helping, it seemed. Besides that, his personal behavior wasnât indicative of anything worrying to the interests of those managing him.Â
At long last, it was my final night of watching him. Coincidentally, the date lined up with Halloween, and I couldnât be more thrilled to finally be free of this specific survey job. Donât get me wrong, Spencer seemed nice- but God, his life was boring. I donât want to say it was like watching paint dry, out of respect, but previous targets had offered at least some part of their life to be interested within. Spencer had nothing. No friends over, no gossip-like phone conversations, no drunk wanderings home. Nothing! I know he didnât sign up to be watched, but God.Â
Like, come on. Give me anything here.Â
Needless to say, Iâd become accustomed to the quiet, and this night was no different. If he was following schedule, he should be home right about ⌠now.Â
Now?Â
NowâŚÂ
Silence.Â
Spencer was definitely a creature of habit, so to not see him adhere to the routine heâd so meticulously stuck to in the past was a bit jarring, but I assumed he was just running late.Â
A few hours later, I reasoned he must be running really really late. It was bordering on midnight, and he still wasnât home. I checked train schedules, possible reports of a car crash, just about anything that could keep him from his scheduled appearance at home.Â
I was just about to call my supervisor to look into whether or not heâd been called out on a surprise case, but thatâs when the door of his apartment creaked open, and I felt my shoulders deflate in relief. Okay, he was home. He was going to go to bed and-Â
He wasnât alone.Â
Spencer was dressed in all black, a leather belt adorned with a gold belt buckle being the only color his outfit brought. He wore tiny devilâs ears upon his head, the headband pushing down on the mop of curls that sat atop his head. He looked absolutely delicious, if I must say myself, and it seemed the woman in his arms would agree with me.Â
He practically pulled her into his apartment, kicking his door in with his leg before slightly fumbling with the lock. As soon as the mechanism slipped into place, his hands were all over her, pressing her flush against his body, as if he couldnât bear to have any space between them.Â
For all the time Iâd been watching him, none of his behavior indicated the presence of any kind of significant other, so this girl must be a stranger. If this is how Spencer treated strangers though, I was surprised he didnât have a barrage of women lining up at his door every night.Â
His lips absolutely devoured the girl, his hand cradling the side of her face, before his thigh slipped in between her legs, possibly to soothe a building ache that had built up there in the time theyâd spent together, which I found entirely possible, considering I, personally, was heated from simply watching.Â
I watched the pixels on the screen with such precision, innocuous shades of red, green and blue painting the most sinful of images. I found myself noting the way his hand snuck up the girlsâ dress, the way her breathing hitched as she pulled back, watching as Spencer presumably played with her clit. I could feel myself squeezing my thighs together, recognizing just how wrong it was to be turned on by the scene in front of me, but I couldnât stop myself. It wasnât as if this was the first time a target had behaved sexually in front of me. (Or in front of the camera, I suppose.) Iâd seen and heard just about anything you could think of, but this was different- in a way. To see Spencer so filthy, so confident, so- interesting. It lit a fire in me that burned with every passing moment he touched this girl.Â
Iâm able to watch him circle over her panties in a way that has her groaning directly into his ear, a smug grin plastering his face as he watches her every reaction.Â
âLike that?â He murmurs, and Iâve never heard his voice so fucking deep.
She nods frantically, and it only serves to widen his grin. I can feel myself rocking slightly in my own chair, doing anything to try and soothe the fast growing arousal within me, unable to stop from imagining myself in her place. His hands, the feel of hot breath down my neck-Â
Iâm stopped dead in my tracks, however, when his eyes suddenly shift to the camera closest to him, his eyebrow raising, as if in challenge. He continues to whisper in the girlâs ear, and has the galls to wink. Iâm horrified, a very sudden and intense heat rising to my cheeks. I can only watch for a second more, before heâs suddenly pulling her away, and I realize heâs taken her within one of the only blind spots within the apartment.Â
Iâm scrambling to turn off the feed, stunned into silence whilst, my heart beating uncontrollably and eccentrically. Oh god. He knew. He knew and he did that?!Â
I stare into the empty space, a multitude of thoughts inhabiting my brainscape. On one hand, the aplomb shown in that situation was commendable, since most people would react to the knowledge that theyâd been secretly watched in their own home for the past few months in a much more hostile way. On the other hand, how did he even acquire that knowledge? The cameras were virtually undetectable, and heâd never let on that he was aware of their presence, and Iâd know, considering how closely Iâd watched him.Â
I shake off the thoughts, focusing on something other than the overwhelming mortification coursing through me now. Â
Alright, tomorrow, get into his apartment, remove the cameras, and hopefully never have to look at the man again. In any capacity, honestly.Â
When daylight broke, I turned on the cameras for the final time, a bit more sheepish, knowing he was aware of the devices plaguing his home. However, it seemed like he was once again pretending like he wasnât aware of the looming existence of them, sending his female companion off her merry way once they woke up, before going about his normal routine, heading out of the apartment for what was most likely his morning coffee and then afternoon lecture at the university.Â
That was my cue. I turned off the cameras, quickly making my way out to sneak into his residence, the heavy door offering little resistance to my advances, my movements quiet and undetectable.Â
Iâm in the process of removing the final camera I had placed in his bedroom, hidden behind a copy of The Sign of Four. Doyle. He had good taste, I could give him that.Â
Iâm just about to turn around and get the hell out of there, when I hear a voice behind me.Â
âI noticed that one first, you know.â
I turn around slowly, embarrassed and slightly fearful to find Spencerâs eyes meeting mine. Iâd watched him for so long, but seeing him nowâ his eyes were so beautiful. The camera didnât do him justice.
He continues, despite the silence. âThe other ones were harder to spot, Iâll give you that, but once I knew where they were, it was a bit obvious, donât you think?âÂ
Iâm speechless. My mouth is agape, and all he seems to do is smile at my lack of prose.Â
âDonât look so surprised. I know this apartment. Iâm not here a lot, but I spend enough time to know when things have been shifted around.â His tone is cheeky, and he pauses, almost theatrically to add on:
âIâm sure you knew that though.â His smile turns into more of a smirk.Â
God, did he have to be so hot?
âAre you going to complain to the Bureau?â I manage out, keeping my eyes steady on him.Â
âDid you find anything of note to tell them?â He responds, tilting his head with curiosity.Â
I shake my head vehemently. âNo, um. Nothing pertinent to say.â I get my words out in a hurry, my gaze continually trained on him.Â
He meets my eyes with the same stare. âThen I donât have much of a reason to complain.âÂ
I nod solemnly. Iâm wondering where this situation will lead- what either of our next moves are. Before I can ponder long though, he surprises me and takes a step closer.
âI saw you, you know.â He says. âThought I was going insane when the same pretty girl kept showing up at the bookstore and coffee shop out of the blue, but Iâve never been one to believe in coincidences.âÂ
âOh.â I whisper. I really wasnât as good as I thought I was.Â
âYou really shouldnât beat yourself up.â He says, chuckling with some mirth. âAgain, Iâm observant. I notice these things. That, and youâre pretty.â He says, forward. âSo, more of a reason to notice.âÂ
âOh.â I reply, yet again, dumbfounded by the events currently transpiring.Â
âYes, oh.â He chuckles, before he starts to move closer yet again. âTell me. Were you watching last night?â He murmurs, his voice dropping a bit deeper as he directly addresses the elephant in the room.Â
I give a movement of affirmation, because at this point, what could he do? What could I do?Â
âSo you saw.â He mumbles, moving to position himself right in front of me, his eyes darkened and laser focused on my figure.Â
âYes.â I whisper, my voice hushed as our proximity decreased, his breath fanning out over my face now. Iâd be uncomfortable, if I wasnât so distracted.Â
âTell me.â He whispers, letting his calloused finger finally touch my skin, running down my neck. âDid it turn you on? Watching me with her?âÂ
I feel the familiar heat of embarrassment rise to my cheeks, my eyes suddenly widening not only due to the sudden proximity, but also the scandalous nature of his words. Did he mean for me to watch? Was that his plan all along? What was this sick and twisted game he was playing?
âDid it.. get you off?â He whispers, his lips leaning in to kiss lightly at the side of my neck where his finger once was.Â
I freeze, leaning into his touch and going statue-like all at once. I canât help the shakiness of my voice when I reply. âI.. wasnât neutral.âÂ
âMm.â He murmurs, kissing now at my jawline. âDid you get off? When she did?â He whispers.
âI didnât watch that long.â I reply, helplessly, as I feel his hands start to envelop my waist, pulling me closer to him.Â
âWhat a shame.â He mumbles. âI think you wouldâve liked the show. I did it for you.âÂ
At this point, I can barely speak, a slight moan escaping me instead of a coherent reply as his lips continue to leave warm, wet kisses on the expanse of my flesh.Â
âIâm sure youâre curious.â He says, his voice soft and seductive. âWould you like me to show you what we did?â
Thereâs no hesitation, finally, a resounding thought I can translate from brain-to-mouth for him, in complete certainty.
âYes.â I manage out, breathlessly.Â
He makes a noise of satisfaction, quickly pushing me onto the bed.Â
âIâd already gotten her wet by touching her before, but if my suspicions are correct.â He murmurs, his hands working deftly to undo my jeans and feel the wetness that had accumulated in between my thighs. âYou already are.â He finishes.Â
I let out a small whimper as his fingers touch the heated flesh, unable to help my sensitivity to his small, calculated strokes over my clit through my underwear. His fingers starts to move a bit more aggressively, upon feeling the wet patch that had formed there, the flimsy fabric doing little to hide the stickiness he was now collecting on his fingers. He quickly pulls them off as well though, bringing his slightly damp fingers to his mouth, tasting the hint of my arousal that had accumulated there. His eyes were dark, watching my face for any reaction, and in that moment, I know all he can see is pure want.Â
I can see the same hunger within his eyes, and I feel a rush of pride as the approval radiates off of him.Â
âWhat next?â I whisper, already desperate for his next slew of ministrations. I donât care how needy I looked. I was needy. Iâd spent so long watching him, and now he was here.
âShe wanted my mouth.â He murmurs, kneeling at the edge of the bed. His thumb brushes over my clit, his tongue running against plump, pink lips, wetting them, watching over me with a predatory gaze.Â
Before I can respond, heâs suddenly everywhere, ducking his head and allowing his tongue to brush over my sex in broad, wet strokes. My response is immediate, my hips bucking up to meet him in a frenzied motion. It seems that he relishes in whatever control he can have in this situation, because he quickly holds down my hips in a firm grip, squeezing the fat there while he continued to ravage me.Â
I can barely look at him, pretty brown locks splayed in his face, his lips moving hypnotically against my cunt. Little whimpers escape me, absolutely aching for more. He seems to catch on, and flicks his tongue over me, before suckling against my clit. Itâs wet, messy, and the picture of debaucheryâ and itâs enough to drive me over the edge, my hands gripping the sheets as I cry out his name.Â
He seems to be unaffected, getting off his knees, his mouth glistening with my release. The sight makes me wish he could do it again, but before I can get a word in, heâs positioning himself over me, caging me against the bed.Â
âThen I fucked her.â He whispers, starting to undo his belt with his free hand. âCan I?âÂ
I nod, feeling a wave of anticipation, before registering the sensation of the head of his cock nudging my entrance. I feel my chest tighten, watching him with bated breath, absolutely exhilarated.Â
âRelax.â He whispers, kissing the lobe of my ear. âYouâre in good hands.âÂ
He utters the last word, before sliding into me, a hushed gasp leaving the both of us. He groans in pleasure, his eyes fluttering shut as he takes in the feel of my warm, wet cunt around him. He takes a moment, before heâs setting a steady pace, his hips bucking rhythmically into me in a way thatâs designed to bring us both so much pleasure.Â
I canât help the string of moans that come out with every slide of his cock inside me, my legs wrapping around his waist, urging him closer than he already is. My hands grip onto his shirt, clawing onto the fabric to find any purchase, wantingâ no, needing him on me.Â
Is it odd to wish a stranger could crawl into your skin itself?Â
âFuck, Spencer.â I moan, unabashedly. âYou feel so good.â
âYou do too.â He groans, his arms braced on either side of my head before gently lowering himself to crash his lips against mine in a messy kiss.Â
I can feel myself barreling towards release, as is he, if the twitch of his cock inside me were to mean anything. Itâs not long before his hand reaches in between where our bodies are met, rubbing my clit in fast, small circles. Itâs intense in the best way possible, my body barely being able to process how good it felt in the moment.Â
âCome for me.â He moans, in between kisses. âWanna feel you around me. Please.â
I canât help but obey his words, my cunt convulsing around him in obedience as he subsequently finds his release inside me, groaning loudly as his hips thrust erratically.Â
He pulls out, and weâre a tangle of limbs, sweaty and sated, breathing heavy.Â
Of course, itâs him, yet again, to break the silence.Â
âTwo things.â He mumbles, breathlessly.Â
âMm.â I reply, weakly, my head a mess of airiness and complacency after the orgasm heâd just brought me to.Â
âOne. I want your name.â He says, rolling to his side to get a better look at my face.Â
âThat can be arranged.â I murmur, nodding dreamily.Â
âSecond.â He whispers, kissing my cheek. His voice takes on a teasing quality to it, before leaning to brush his lips against my ear. Â
âYou missed a camera. Behind the plant. They donât stop recording, do they?âÂ
okay wowww. clearly this was meant for halloween, if you couldn't tell! this is one of those pieces where i'm like.. hmm .. do i like this? question mark? do i want to put it out? hmm .. but regardless, i hope you guys enjoyed it!! please, please like, reblog, and comment if you enjoyed!!! it is sooo important as an author that i get some feedback and know what you guys think, in any capacity. i truly appreciate all of it <33 thank you for reading, thank you for everything!!!
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John Price as a pervy stepdad will always have me obsessed
TW: INTOXICATION, NON-CON, STEPCEST. MDNI 18+
It's in Price's nature, a debauched sicko with old-fashioned and taboo beliefs. I mean, how can he not be obsessed with such a stupid, foolish thing like yourself? You're a puppet for his amusement.
Price is drawn to you due to your vulnerability, how you lack the ability to protect yourself, to think independently. You don't notice his perverted glare and the sick comments he utters underneath his breath, his eyes wandering over your figure, admiring every curve, what it would feel like to overpower you and restrain you, take you for his own satisfaction. John knows that you trust him more than anyone else, that you'd never accuse him of being twisted and deranged. To you, he's a protective and caring stepfather. Someone who stepped up for you.
You're too easy to manipulate, coerce, and control. You can't differentiate Price's love from fatherly love, to him being rotten and wrong. His large and scarred hands wander down your body, with the clock striking midnight and a spiked beer pressed against your soft lips. Price uses his authority and role as your stepfather to benefit himself, to leave you helpless and vulnerable beneath him, pleasing himself using your tight, slick holes.
You wouldn't turn down your stepfather, would you? He's been through so much, dollface.
He'll spread your soft, warm thighs after drugging you up, already apologising with a snarky, cocky grin plastered on his face for what he'll do, for the brutality and inhumanity that'll come with his rape sessions. You're compliant, ready to obey. It's like training a mutt, you're eager, patiently waiting for your next command. You won't remember a thing the next morning, that's for sure. You never do, but you feel the shame and guilt, the intense ache between your legs.
âJusâ relax, doll. Do your papa a favour, yeah? I need this...â he whispers quietly between sloppy thrusts, already forcing himself inside your tight, wet slit while you nod and sob out drunkenly, intoxicated off of the spiked alcohol.
You accept the pain and discomfort, the stretch and disgust that washes over you with each thrust. They quicken, he hits deeper, leaves your bloodied and bruised with his ropes of come painting your body. You lay back, your body contorted into many different positions while you take what you're given, accepting everything just to please the man who stepped up for you.
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ŕ¨ŕ§ zayne decides to take matters into his own hands when he notices you've been neglecting your health lately
â§ď˝Ľďžboyfriend!zayne, fem!reader, established relationship, mentions of food, reader neglects her health, reader calls zayne 'sir' once, spanking, soft dom!zayne -> lifestyle dom!zayne, light Dom/sub elements, swearing, unprotected s[e]x, petnames (my aurora, my darling), thigh humping, size kink
â§ď˝Ľďžthought about lifestyle doms from an anon's ask and suddenly this idea came to me about zayne doubling down on making sure you're taking care of your health ugh i need this man biblically
The life of a Hunter is anything but easy, and Zayne knows that well.
However, he can't help the feelings that surface every time he sees you coming back home, tired and even more worn down than when you had given him a goodbye kiss this morning.
And this isn't the first time, either.
He noticesâhe always does. It's in his very nature to be trained to catch even the slightest deviation of the norm; a blip in your composure, your routine.
Nowadays, you were sleeping for 4 hours max, pushing your body everyday at work until bruises litter your limbs; skipping meals to hand in Jenna's reports before the stipulated deadline, barely finishing up your 500ml water bottle he so diligently helps to fill up every morning...
... and all of it piles onto the guilt he feels when he realizes how little he can do to take care of you.
It festers and festers and festers till he snaps the very second you come back home, exhausted and puckering your lips for his usual welcome back kiss.
"No."
It breaks his heartâtruly, it doesâto see the hurt shining in your eyes.
Why? You struggle to understand why he's being so cold all of a sudden. From warm snuggles to an icy cold glareâZayne's mood shift was scaring you.Â
Instead of answering, he goes into the kitchen and reappears a second later, holding a cup of water.
"Drink this all up and then I'll kiss you."Â
His tone is deadpan, sharp green eyes never losing their sternness.Â
To add insult to the injury, he scoffs, "Your breath probably smells after a whole day of not drinking water. The bacteria on your tongue alone could kill off a mouse."Â
You gape, affronted. "Hey! Donât be meanâ"Â
"Drink. Up." He leaves no room for you to argue; to huff your disbelief. Deciding to not be too difficult, especially when you've already had a hard day at work, you gulp down the water dutifully; a little too quickly until you choke and he pats your back.Â
Once your coughing fit subsides, he tilts your head up, and like the first touch of cool morning dew on skin, his lips meet yours.
"More," you mumble, nails sinking into his soft dark hair, tugging slightly on his roots to voice your need.
Something about your sweet primary care physician boyfriend who's always yielding and gentleârestraining you from indulging in him until you did, as he saidâmade you throb all over.Â
Zayne's minty cool breath fans across your face, his voice smooth as dark chocolate when he whispers, "You need to eat first. I know you haven't had a full meal today."Â
Rubbing your nose against his, you whine. "If I do eat, can you kiss me more?"Â
In answer, Zayne wraps his arms tightly around you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. "Of course," he mumbles into your skin. "I'll give you so many kisses till you're sick of them."
Never, you thought. You would never get over the feeling of his lips on yours. Or the rough rasp of his palm on your thigh, gently kneading the flesh as you quickly ate the meal he cooked.Â
If you thought his spur of tough love would end after tonight, you were sorely mistaken.
Kisses held hostage turn into refusals of even hugging you until you promise to finish your lunch at work.Â
You feel Tara's stare burning holes into your side profile, brows crinkled as she looks past her desktop at your antics.Â
Today, your phone leans against your monitor, and you were taking huge bites of the noodle dish Zayne prepared the night before.
"Filming a mukbang?" Tara inquires innocently.Â
You shake your head, expression sour. "No," you quickly swallow your bite of food, and fix her with a look that speaks volumes. "Zayne."Â
"Ah."Â
Tara nods. "Dating a doctor isn't easy. I bet he tells you to pay attention to your health all the time, huh? But, you know what they sayâan apple a day keeps the doctor away. At least, he'll stay off your case if you take care of yourself."Â
Only she could make it sound so easy.
When you were called into the city to investigate a strange flux pattern, you had forgotten to let Zayne know you weren't coming home in time for dinner.Â
How were you to know that the very second you stepped foot at home, he was already waiting with a scowl in place?Â
"Zayneâ" you start when you see him leaning against the kitchen doorframe, expression impassive.
He shushes you, tall and imposing; still in his pristine work suit from today.
"Have you at least had something to eat in the last 6 hours?"Â
Remembering the little pact you both made, you nod quickly. "Mhm hmm! All my food is finishedâcross my heart." You even remove your container from its insulated bag, shaking it lightly. "See? All empty."Â
A shadow of a smile graces his lips. "Good. And how many cups of water did you drink?"Â
Immediately, the smile drops from your face. "Uh... one? maybe two. I can't remember..."
The look in his eyes would've made you shrink away, if you couldn't already predict your boyfriend's next words.
"You are highly irresponsible with your own health, my darling."Â
You wait for him to nag, but back up when he starts to approach you; the look on his face is unreadable.Â
"What do I do with you, Y/N?" he sighs, and before you can react, cages you against the wall. The smell of his cologneâfresh and expensiveâinvades your nostrils.
Your head spins, all the blood going straight to your toes; your stomach falling when he leans forward, lips right at your ear.
"I guess I have to force you to take your health seriously. How do you think I will do that?"Â
Zayne doesn't wait for you to answer. In one swift move, he has you in his arms, using his strength to carry you into the bedroom.
"Zayne," you squeak and gasp when he tosses you onto the bed.Â
The mattress dips under his weight, his face inches from yours. Despite the change in his behavior, you tilt your lips up, needy and ready to feel his kisses.Â
But, he never gives it to you.Â
Instead, his large hands pin your wrists to the headboard, those sharp green eyes peering at you through half-mast lids.Â
Zayne licks his lips, and subconsciously, you track the minute movement, biting on your own lower lip.Â
The air turns heavier; sweetened with the promise of an unforgettable night.Â
You accidentally tick your hips up, catching the front of his slacks. Your eyes widen when you feel an unmistakable bulge digging right into your crotch; Zayne's loss of composure pushing right into the heat of your thighs, demanding for your attention.Â
In contrast, his expression doesn't change; an almost bored emerald gaze fixed on your every reaction.Â
"You do know what will happen tonight, right?"Â
Trying hard not to shiver, you nod.Â
"Yes," you mumble, suddenly meek.Â
"Yes, what?"Â
You swallow, darting your gaze over his shoulder. He grunts, squeezing down on your wrists with enough pressure to make it throb, but not enough to leave a bruise.
"Sir!" You yelp. "Y-yes, Sir."Â
One corner of his mouth ticks, and exhales a short huff. "Good. You still have your manners intact, I see."
Leaning up, he unbuttoned his vest. Using one hand to gather your wrists together, the free one was left to tug on his tie; Windsor knot giving way to a strip of his pale skin.Â
You eyed the expanse of his neck hungrily; unabashed, even when his lips curl into a sinful smile.
âIt seems like someone here has missed me,â Zayne whispers, and you fight back a shiver when he leans in, close enough for his breath to stir the loose locks on your cheeks.Â
âIâm⌠sorry,â was all you could offer him weakly. Zayneâs thin lips curl into a smirk. At this point, you werenât even sure why he wasnât fucking you yetâwhat he was waiting for. âPleaseâŚâ without a second thought, you clip your hips against his, trying to ease the tension between your thighs. âI need you, Zayne.â
His grunt was lowâa warning. âDo you think you deserve it? I canât keep reminding you to put yourself first, my darling. What if Iâm gone? What would you do?âÂ
Even though it was a hypothetical question, your chest couldnât help but squeeze at the thought of a Zayne-less life. You would rather feed yourself to a Wanderer than go a day without him.
âIâm sorry,â you mumble, earnest this time. âI was careless. I shouldâve listened to you. I⌠Iâll try my best to take care of myself.âÂ
Zayne gives you a look, like he doesnât believe you for a single second. It has you scrambling your ringing mind to say something else.Â
But, before you do, the world tilts, and youâre in his lap. Zayneâs lips were an inch away from yours. You zero in on them. Missing how they would feel gently slotted against your ownâwhen you disregard the hesitation to plant your mouth on his.Â
Patiently, like a martyr or a long suffering saint, Zayne lets you kiss him. He doesnât respond back, at least not like what you expect.
No flames, no passion. It was as good as kissing a stone statue.
There was no yield in his gaze; those flinty green eyes refusing to thaw.
You repress a full body shiver.Â
Suddenly, the coolness of the room becomes more pronounced. You feel the chill on your skin, where his long fingers wrap around your fleshy hips spilling past the Hunter-standard pants.
âI should punish you for that.âÂ
A flurry of movement. Your face meets the downy mattress, mouthful of cotton stoppering your protests.Â
Sharp, stinging pain explodes across your ass. The sound of a large palm meeting skin echoes around the room again; your surprised yelp bouncing from wall to wall.
Soothingly, he rubs the ache from your tender globes, and in a voice dripping with sympathy, whispers, âI apologize for having to do this, my Aurora.â
Your back arches, the sudden awareness of your vulnerability penetrating your fuzzy mind. Pinned to the bed, his bigger frame pressing down on yoursâyou were trapped in the eye of a frigid storm.
âZayne,â you whine, too aware of how warm his body felt on yours.Â
I promise to take care of you, his voice rings in your head. Of memories during summer nights, skin stuck to skin, your head on his chest. I canât lose youânot to the Wanderers or your own carelessness.
Zayne ceaselessly kept that promiseâhis devotion unmatched. And you were carelessly throwing it away every single day, right in his face. Denying his care, his treatment.
It all became clear to you in that split second.
He was past waiting for your excuses and apologies; all he wants is to make sure you never forget yourself ever again.Â
Zayne props you on his lap once more, leaning back against the headboard.
âI want you to cumââ
Itâs embarrassing how quickly you perk up only to be let down when he disclaims his generosity with a contradictory footnote.
ââwithout my help.â
He rests his head back, the arch of his neck tempting you to plant kisses down the pale stretch of skin; his Adamâs apple bobbing. The silence grows; you feel like you could suffocate from the chill spreading between your two tense bodies.
You shift forward, incredulous. âWhat the heck do you mean by that?âÂ
Zayne flickers his gaze to where your crotch snugly fits on top of his thigh. âYouâre a smart girl⌠Iâm sure you will figure it out soon.â
You huff, a pout pushing your displeasure right into his face.Â
âYouâre mean. I already said I was sorry.âÂ
But, he wasnât going to budge. If there was one thing Zayne would never compromise on, it was caring for you. Sometimes, it scared youâhow utterly serious he took his job as your caretaker in and out of the hospital walls.Â
No amount of reasoning could change his mind. It was either you play his game, or walk away with that pit gnawing right at the bottom of your stomachâunfulfilled and gaping.
You lean back. Friction, burning hot, zings up your spine, and suddenly, what he wants you to do clicks in.Â
âOh.âÂ
You swallow. Outside, rain begins to splatter on the windowpane. The world goes blue and dark, holding its breath in tandem with yours.
Locking your hands on his shoulders, you lean forward. Then, shift back. And do it again and again until you feel the heat burning you up; razing your self control down to ashes as you let out a small, shaky moan.Â
âGood girl,â Zayne whispers into the dark of your room. âYouâre so pretty like thisâgetting off on my thigh.âÂ
You peel your teary eyes onto his softening ones. His jaw clenches, and a vein throbs in his temple. He fights back the urge to thrust upâto meet your sensual grinding. It was a losing battle. Every needy whimper slipping past your wet lips sends a pleasurable jolt to his cock. But, he canât give in just yet. You had to learn your lesson the hard way.Â
Thereâs an indecent spot of wetness staining his slacks. The dark material of your pants hides your arousal well, but Zayne can practically smell you.Â
Sweet musk and a fragrant vanilla.Â
His heart thrums wildly, staccato beats that match the constant pulsing of his aching cock.Â
I need her so badly. He wants nothing more than to be buried in you; to watch you fall apart under his tender care.Â
Every mellifluous whimper dripping from your lax mouth makes him see stars; coated with ecstasy, your eagerness continues to seep into the expensive fabric of his slacks.Â
Zayne makes a mental note to get it dry cleaned at his earliest convenience.Â
It shouldâve annoyed himâthis extra chore on his already burdened shoulders. But, he doesnât care much for the cost of sending his expensive, tailored suits to the best dry cleaners in Linkon City.Â
He would let you squirt all over them ten times over if it meant he could bring you to your zenith of pleasure and back.Â
Those beautiful emerald eyes never leave yours; devouring every reaction. Studying your shifts and dips. Calculating his next move in his head.
You mightâve thought Zayne was hewn from rock with how quiet he was.Â
But, if you would look closer, you wouldâve seen how his hands were stuffed into fists right by his side. The shake in his breath when you toss your head back. How he could barely keep his jaw from tightening when you mewl out his name.
I promise to take care of herâno matter what. Caleb and your grandmother were witnesses to his solemn vow.Â
He would keep his word. Do everything in his power to keep their precious girl in lineâeven if she thought it was unfair.
âZayne, please,â you try to beg again. He only scoffs.Â
Mean. He was so, so mean.Â
You were aching all over, yearning for it. Needing his touch and attention on your body to drive yourself over the edge.Â
Unfortunately for you, his self-control is immaculate. It doesnât fold nor break. In the operation room, and outside of it, his priority was to maintain a level-headed calm wherever he went.Â
But, inwardly, with you on his lap; all pouty, kissable lips and pussy dripping her excitement on his thigh, Zayne finds his famed composure cracking under the weight of your desire.
âZayne,â you hiccup. âPlease. Please. Touch me.â
Large, veiny hands grip your thighs, dragging you close.Â
His mouth finally presses on yours, and it feels like a sparked flame striking near a mountain of straw.
He tries to keep his witsâhe really does. Reminds himself not to indulge you again; to finally make you see how much he cares for you through this cruel game.
Like a fluctuation cutting through permanent winds that flow steadfastly North, only you had the power to sway his decisions.Â
"Zayne," you moan into his mouth.
Then, in an instant, the flame sparks. The mountain of dry yearning goes up.
Every carefully constructed ploy is destroyed.Â
Zayne kisses you like his life depended on it. Messy, clacking teeth, spit mixing and running down chins; hot hands grappling any inch of skin available.Â
Your clothes were pushed off your body and onto the floor. Zayneâs luxurious vest and button down shirt was almost torn from his body by your eager hands.Â
The bare lines of his torso and muscular thighs fit perfectly with yours, his body slotting in between your spread legs.Â
Sharp lines bloom down his back, your nails dragging down his skin; his eyes almost rolling back into his head when he sinks into your heat.
âShit,â he cusses, almost inaudible. The sound of wetness meeting in the darkening room, your moans and his heavy pants fill the air.Â
Good girl. Move your hips like that. Youâre doing so well for me. I love you. I love you. If you disobey me again, your punishment will be more severe. Youâre everything to me, my Aurora.Â
âZayne!â your cry shatters like a bullet unloading from a smoking gun. He almost flinches back when you squeal right in his ear, back tensing and arching like a taut string.
Slipping a hand in between your bodies, he nudges and plays with your clit, drawing your high to an unbearable tension.
He feels your heels digging into his hips, your sweet pussy squeezing down on his length like the worldâs most precious love declaration. You bury your face into his neck; feel his pulse fluttering against your lips.
âInside,â you whimper, as if you could read his mind. âI want you inside, Zayne.â
He grunts, his entire body trembling from the force of the tight band around his lower body.Â
Zayne ruts up into you, little more than an animal in heatâthe ridges and bumps of your pussy gets him in a higher state of mind, delirious enough to start moaning shamelessly.Â
You grip his face, touching your foreheads together. Zayneâs lips find yours, and within that split second you believe something fundamentally true.Â
That in every life, every form, every stretch between space and timeâyou would never forget how his lips feel like on yours.Â
A shuddering breath right on your neck. The twitch of his cock nudging right on your sweet, golden spot.Â
You tense, toes curlingâ
âand shatter around his cock gloriously.Â
Warmth spreads deep in your body, taking over your toes and fingers. Driving you heady with the taste of him on your tongue.Â
Zayne finishes inside you, breathing hard against the shell of your ear.Â
The silence is broken by his soft gasp, and you feel the wet pull of his cock out of your puffy pussy. Immediately, he replaces the emptiness with the full circle of his arms around your tired body.
You sigh, sticky and filled with longing, face protected right in the crook of his neck.
âZayne?âÂ
âHmm?âÂ
He plays with a loose lock of your hair. Not one for many words, Zayneâs actions speak louder and sweeter than any poetry you had ever read.
Rolling you over, he hovers close, lips gently brushing your cheeks, temple and finally, your lips.
âI love you,â your confession spurs something primal and tender in his soul. He kisses you once, twice, to wipe out the dark need to claim you again and again until every fiber of your skin is written with his name.
âI love you, too.âÂ
He presses one long kiss onto your forehead and chuckles to himself.
"Come on. Follow me to the kitchen. Don't think I forgot about those 8 glasses of water you didn't drink today..."
a/n: if this man wants me to watch for my health, i'll make sure my medical report comes back with an A+
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Roommates
Roommate Sanemi x AFAB Reader
Disclaimer: the characters and events of this story are fictional.
Warnings: Listening to someone else have sex, protected sex, male masturbation using a condom, tipsy making out, making out in a car, hand job, road head, making out in an elevator, dirty talk, hickeys, breast sucking, Sanemi has a tongue piercing, cunnilingus with a tongue piercing, blow jobs, finger fucking, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, multiple sex positions, multiple creampies, praising, spanking, biting, spitting, spit as lube, cum as lube
A/N: My confession is that I came up with this idea mid-April and it's taken me this long to get it all out. Given the fact that this is easily my longest fic, I hope you can forgive me for such a long wait. Also I apologize but this isnât proof-read because my brain simply cannot handle proof reading a fic this long so please forgive me for any small errors that may pop up :â)
Word Count: 26.3k
Your junior year of college you decided to switch from dorm life to off-campus apartments. You were sick of having a twin XL bed, an unbearable roommate, and no personal space. As luck would have it, you found the perfect two-bedroom apartment that was just out of your budget. Considering it was two bedrooms, it only made sense to put out a notice looking for a roommate. Especially when it would cut the cost of living since youâd split the rent with them. Naturally, it made the situation even better because youâd be saving money. After several responses and a couple meet ups, you ended up encountering a man double majoring in Math and Teaching. Rough and mean looking on the outside but honestly a sweetheart, Sanemi Shinazugawa was the perfect fit for a multitude of reasons. For one, it was nerve wracking living alone as a young woman. Having a tall, buff, scar covered man as your roommate really deterred most creeps.Â
The other main reason, he was a great cook. Most mornings youâd wake up to coffee brewing and food on the counter for the both of you. He was pleasant, respectful, cleaned up after himself, and was pretty easy to hold a conversation with. He was also a bit of a softie, telling you about his mom and siblings and how he happened to be the oldest of seven. It made sense why he seemed to be such a patient man, and why he wanted to be a teacher. Most nights youâd share the living room to study, occasionally eat dinner together, or share a few drinks. Your friend groups remained separate, which meant the few times you werenât clogged up with school work, youâd go partying at different places and somehow always end up stumbling home at the same time. You enjoyed those drunken giggles as you raced for the bathroom before heading off to bed. You also looked forward to the conversations the morning after, when you would tell him all about the things that happened, including gossip about people he didnât even know.Â
Moments like that really tugged at your heart. It was nearly impossible for you to not gain feelings for the man. He was handsome, intimidating but kind when you got to know him and, well, he really was a great cook. You havenât acted on your feelings, honestly, you didnât think you ever would. You didnât want to risk the good thing you had going, finding a new roommate would be hell if everything went south. Plus you would have to pay rent you couldnât afford until you could put someone else in his place. None of it was ideal so, you kept quiet, watching him from a short distance and fantasizing what it would be like if he threw you up on the counter and fucked you stupid. Yeah, you were way too deep now. It didnât help that Sanemi was confident and comfortable in his body, often walking around the small place shirtless. He even liked to wear baggy gray sweats that would hang low on his hips while he cooked. Something you found extremely clichĂŠ but still hot. Even when he went out, he only had a few buttons done, his scarred chest exposed for everyone to see.Â
Speaking of going out, tonight would have been a great night for it, but after midterms, you were too exhausted to celebrate. Your friends agreed to go out tomorrow night instead, so now you are spending your Friday night in bed with a new tv show on your laptop and a glass of white wine. Sanemi had told you he was going out, so donât be alarmed if the door to the apartment opens in the middle of the night. You let your mind wander a few times, thinking about the girls that were likely throwing themselves at him. You werenât used to feeling FOMO, but you were certainly feeling it now. Just the thought alone of some girl having the confidence to talk to him made your skin crawl. But at the same time, you figured it was utterly inevitable, he wasnât yours to begin with so you had no right to feel envious. But at the same time, you couldnât help but wish you had pulled yourself together and asked to tag along. But that didnât feel right either⌠you felt like that was involving yourself in his life way too much. You were just roommates.Â
âJust roommatesâŚâ you mumbled to yourself before taking a sip of your wine, enjoying the slightly bitter taste before swallowing. You had done everything imaginable while having the place to yourself. You took your shower with no time limit, did a face mask and skin routine, and even did your nails. You had also taken the time to enjoy yourself in ways you typically had to mute when he was home. Needless to say, despite your unwanted envious thoughts, you were rather relaxed. Now, however, it was nearly three in the morning and Sanemi still wasnât home. I should just go to bed. But there are only a couple sips left in the bottle⌠and only ten minutes left in this episode⌠you sighed, reaching over to your nightstand to pour the rest of the wine bottleâs contents into your cup. You settled back against your numerous pillows, refocusing your attention on your laptop screen. The scene was unfolding before you but your mind was wandering to other places. Heâs been out for a long time⌠maybe I should text himâŚ
You shook your head, you were in no position to be questioning his whereabouts. You were thankful your phone was sitting on your nightstand, giving you time to think and talk yourself out of any stupid texts you may have sent. You zeroed in again, this time actually holding on to the words the actors were speaking. You tilted back, downing the last bit of your glass before successfully finishing the bottle. You felt it now, your cheeks had been steadily warm over the course of the last few hours. You had taken forever to finish the bottle so your buzz never really went further, leaving you in a calm state until it began to wear off. Which is when you would pour another glass and try to forget about any unwanted thoughts. As the episodeâs credits began to roll, you moved to grab the empty bottle on your nightstand and bring it out to the kitchen. As you moved to stand, you heard the familiar jingle of keys slotting into the front door.Â
About time, I was getting worried. You would have to wait for Sanemi to get himself situated and in his bedroom before bringing the empty bottle out, finding it just a bit embarrassing that you spent your Friday night alone in bed. You set the glass on your nightstand beside the bottle, getting up to stretch your limbs and find something more comfortable to wear to bed. Your current outfit was too warm for the wine buzz you had going on. Finally, after a moment of struggle, the front door opened. He must have had a bit too much to drink. Or so you assumed, busying yourself in your dresser as you searched for a particular matching tank top and shorts. It wasnât until you heard a lot of fumbling that you refocused your attention on whatever your drunk roommate was doing in the living room. What the fuck is going on?Â
You questioned if you should go out there and see if he was alright, pausing your rummaging to really listen in. It wasnât until the commotion grew closer to your door that you realized two very important things. The first thing was⌠he wasnât alone. The second is⌠It was a girl. No fucking way⌠Your face felt as if someone had lit it on fire, the shock mixing with your buzz was enough to make you feel like you needed a cold shower. Clothes forgotten, you moved over to your door, pressing your ear against it to hear better. The fumbling you had heard seemed to be because she couldnât keep his hands off of him. I canât say I blame her⌠No real words were being spoken, rather it seemed like you were listening in on an intense make-out session paired with clothes being discarded in the hallway. Must be nice, what a lucky bitch.
You moved away from the door, guilt prickling the back of your mind as you tried to go back to your original task. Iâll change and put earbuds in⌠the wine bottle can wait till morning to be discarded. You jumped slightly as Sanemiâs room door flew open. Theyâre going to kill each other⌠or worse damage the damn apartment. My security deposit⌠you audibly whined at the thought, not feeling quite accomplished as you found the clothes you had been looking for. You began to strip, shamelessly listening in on whatever activity was happening beyond your bedroom wall. From the muffled sounds, you assumed they were making out on his bed. You felt relief in the lighter clothing, not as suffocated by your body heat. However, it did nothing to stop the tingling arousal building in your gut. You swallowed, discarding the other clothing in your hamper as you moved to clear off your bed.Â
Something was keeping you from putting in your earbuds. The logical part of your brain was screaming to give Sanemi and the girl some privacy. The horny part of your brain was telling you to listen, see just how good he was in bed. How filthy⌠despite scolding yourself, you threw yourself down on your bed without your earbuds in. Nothing but silence rang in your ears, saved for the muffled noises next door. With nothing else to distract you, you focused on every noise coming from Sanemiâs bedroom. It seemed like an eternity but you finally heard the girl begin to moan. âYouâre so good at thatâŚfuckâŚâ she drawled, when Sanemi didnât respond, you assumed it was because his head was between her legs. Just rub it in a little more⌠you rolled your eyes, suddenly annoyed that you were even listening in the first place.Â
The girlâs moans grew in tempo, muffled suddenly, likely by a hand over her mouth. You could tell by the sound of them that they werenât fake nor were they being exaggerated. Christ heâs really making her moan like that⌠you felt a steady ache growing between your legs, yet you couldnât bring yourself to do anything about it. I refuse to stoop that low⌠youâd never let yourself live it down if you got off to your roommate fucking someone else. âS-shit!â you flinched as she came, your suspicions of Sanemiâs head being between her legs was proven correct a moment later. âFucking liked that, huh?â she mumbled a response you couldnât hear, her voice muffled as they seemed to begin making out again. You eyed your earbuds, you knew what was coming next and quite frankly you werenât sure if you would survive hearing it.Â
There was a few minutes of unintelligible noises, you couldnât quite tell what the hell was going on until you heard a slap. That slap was followed by another, then another, until it fell into a steady rhythm. God damn. You nearly choked on your own spit as she began moaning again. You continued to listen, cheeks burning red hot when you heard Sanemi begin to make noises too. You listened, hands clenching your comforter as you listened to the sounds they made. This is so wrong! You screamed at yourself, still entranced by every noise the two of them made. At the rate he was going, it sounded as if heâd break his damn bed. Her moans were wild and unrestrained until they suddenly grew muffled. âI told you I have a roommate, wake her up and Iâll kick you out before you can finishâ Sanemiâs words held deadly consequences, enough to make you shiver at the very thought of him speaking to you like that.Â
Her moans remained muffled, it seems she was too far gone to even comprehend what Sanemi was saying to her. So you continued to lay there in agonizing anticipation, counting down the seconds until they finished and she either went to bed or went home. The sound of skin slapping skin only grew in tempo, much to your dismay. Itâs going to be a long night, isnât it? You groaned, rolling onto your stomach as the sounds of sex filled your apartment. For what it was worth, it was probably ten minutes before you heard Sanemiâs thrusts get sloppy. I figured heâd have some stamina. You snort softly, feeling a little desensitized to the whole situation. âFuck⌠fuckâŚâ you nearly squealed at his pants, he sounded completely fucked out. Hot. You listened more intently, his hand must have slipped from her face because she was moaning loudly once more. âCâmonâŚfucking cum⌠pleaseâŚâ she sounded desperate.Â
Canât say I blame her. You sighed, your mind painting the lewd picture for you. The throb between your legs was still present but you were refusing to do anything about it. âFuckâŚyouâre so fucking tight.â You flinched a bit, that comment seemed so unusual when you werenât horny out of your mind. âYeah? Makes you fucking wanna cum, huh?â You werenât sure why, but the commentary was making you laugh a bit. I must be losing my mind, or Iâm sleep deprived. You concluded as Sanemiâs sudden moan sent a shiver through your body. âFuckâŚfuck Iâm close.â He grounded out, your body feeling tingly as you pushed yourself upwards to listen better. âYeah? Come then, please oh my fuckâŚâ she drawled, loud and breathless. They sounded like they were running a marathon. Youâre going to wake the whole building at this point.Â
âFuck⌠fuck y/nâŚâ you froze, sitting straight up in bed with wide eyes. It took your brain a second to catch up, realizing that all noise in the apartment had come to a screeching halt. âY/n⌠who the fuck is y/n?â The girl practically shrieked. You couldnât even think straight, the silence making your ears ring as their âmomentâ was clearly ruined. Sanemi hadnât said a single word, yet the girl screeched again. âDonât tell me thatâs your girlfriend? Oh my fucking god are you cheating?â She continued to scream until Sanemiâs hand came up and covered her mouth. Whatever he said was too quiet for you to hear, but the girl helped you out. âYour roommate? Your fucking roommate? Youâre fucking me while thinking about your roommate?â She sounded absolutely hysterical, you couldnât say you blamed her though.Â
âIt was an accident!â He sounded defensive, which you also couldnât blame him for. Youâd be mortified if you moaned the wrong name⌠but you couldnât help but chuckle at the fact that it had been your name. âBull shit! This is so fucking humiliating!â You could hear shuffling, then his door opening. âDonât ever fucking talk to me again, oh my fucking god.â She sounded livid, the ruffling sound told you she was picking up her clothes that had been scattered. âIâm sorryâŚâ he sounded a bit defeated, likely because he hadnât gotten the chance to finish. âWhat fucking ever dude! Go blow your load in your roommate since thatâs clearly what you fucking wanted!â You cringed as the bathroom door slammed shut, followed by a string of curses under Sanemiâs breath. That's awkward⌠yet you couldnât wipe the smirk off your face.Â
You flopped back on your bed, struggling not to laugh at the sheer absurdity of the situation. He was thinking about me? While fucking her? I donât know if I should be smug or offended. You were leaning more towards being smug. âHeyâŚâ the bathroom door opened and Sanemi spoke again, you stopped smiling and listened. âHey nothing, dickhead. Way to kill my fucking buzz and my orgasm. If you want to fuck your roommate so bad, grow a pair and fucking do it.â She sounded livid still, completely embarrassed that she had been used as a replacement. âI told you to keep it fucking down!â His voice was a whisper yell, you could practically hear her eye roll as she spoke again. âFuck off.â Followed by her storming out of the apartment and slamming the door so hard the place rattled. âFuck.â Sanemi sounded utterly defeated.Â
Well⌠that was more than enough entertainment for tonight. You sighed, rolling onto your side, sleep tugging at your mind. Youâd sleep peacefully knowing what you did now. You could only imagine how the conversation would go in the morning. Sanemi, on the other hand, was fuming at his own stupidity. âWay to go dumbass.â First girl heâd ever brought back to his ânew placeâ and he royally fucked it up. He glanced down at himself, shame flooding his cheeks. He was still hard, the condom slick with the womanâs arousal. âFuck.â He hissed again, moving to pick up the rest of his clothing before reentering his bedroom. There was no way he was going to sleep before dealing with the issue at hand. So, detested and embarrassed, he sat on the edge of his bed and worked himself with his own hand, hissing as he spilled into the condom. âWhat a fucking loser you are, Sanemi.â He spoke to himself, peeling the protection off and tossing it in the trash can beside his night table.Â
The next morning you woke up with a dull headache. âOuch.â You mumbled, making eye contact with the empty wine bottle on your bedside table. Within seconds, the memories of the night flooded your brain, a dopey grin tugging at your face as you rolled out of bed. You grabbed the wine bottle, pushing your room door open and slinking down the hallway towards the kitchen. It took you a second to realize Sanemi was already awake. âOh.â you laughed a bit, watching as his head whipped around to look at you. âI didnât expect to see you home.â You tease as you place the empty wine bottle on the counter. âWhy is that?â You could tell he was hesitant, he didnât know if you had heard anything that had transpired only a few hours prior. You shrug, eyeing his bare torso for a moment before opening the cabinet to find the pain relievers. âYou were still out by the time I went to bed.âÂ
You were focused on getting a glass of water, the pill bottle in your hand. You didnât see the way his eyes trailed over your body, his mouth feeling dry as he looked at you. âYeah, I got in pretty late.â Sanemi murmured softly, focusing his eyes away from you to look at the coffee he was brewing. You hummed, shaking two pills into your hand. âSeems you had fun during your night home.â He teased you, eyeing the empty wine bottle. âOh yeah, a blast.â you chuckled, tone sarcastic as you took the pain relievers for your headache. âIâm shocked you didnât bring anyone home.â You suppressed a smirk, placing your cup in the sink as you turned to face him. âYouâre such a pervert.â He laughed, hoping it hid the awkward tension creeping into his shoulders. âMe? A pervert? You wound me.â You faked a look of hurt, unable to keep up with it and cracking only a second later. âYeah, you.â He countered back.Â
âSince youâre dancing around the question, Iâm gonna assume you got lucky.â You watched his ears turn a shade of red, eyes immediately darting from yours. âOh? Whatâs that?â You snort, watching him toy with his coffee mug. âI wouldn't say I got lucky.â You raised an eyebrow, âbad experience?â You tried to sound sympathetic, as if you didnât hear the whole thing go south. Sanemi nodded, pulling the carafe from the machine and dumping a generous amount of the black liquid in his cup. âHorrible.â Was all he said, moving to the fridge to grab cream. âWas she not good? Or was it something else?â You continued to pry, wondering how far you could push it until he caught onto you. âEh, we just didnât have chemistry.â He lied through his teeth, it seemed he wasnât interested in learning if you knew or not. âThat blowsâ was all you could come up with, turning to grab a mug out of the cabinet yourself.
âYou know, my friends and I were going to go out tonight to celebrate midterms being over. You could always join, maybe find someone else to suit your needs.â You were being genuine, eyes focusing on the coffee you were pouring. Sanemi looked at you, glancing you over with a small sigh. âI appreciate it, but I donât think that will help.â You merely shrugged, âif you change your mind you can let me know. I mean itâs only seven in the morning.â You chuckle, taking a seat at the small dining table with him. You both sat in silence for a bit, but you could tell there was something he wanted to ask. You knew what was clawing at the back of his mind but you chose to wait and see if heâd ask it first. âYouâre telling me you didnât hear us?â He nearly choked out, the grip on his coffee cup was nearly enough to shatter it. âHear you?â You questioned softly, looking at him from over your coffee mug.Â
âYeah, I brought her back here⌠it didnât end well and she wasnât exactly quiet about it.â You were going to deny it but the vulnerability in his eyes had your shoulders sagging. âFine, I didnât want to make it awkward for you, but yeah I heard her leave. The apartment door slamming shut, I mean.â It was partially the truth, but you didnât think you could ever let him know you heard him moan your name instead of hers. When he didnât speak, you continued. âI kinda just figured it was your drunk ass stumbling home.â You chuckled softly, hoping to ease the tension that had been steadily growing. âAnd you didnât come and check on me? How rude.â There he was, laughing softly and being a smart ass. Crisis averted for the time being it seems. âEh I figured if you could make it into the apartment, youâd be able to get to your bed.â You laugh with him, setting your mug down. âMy offer still stands, Sanemi. So just let me know.âÂ
You get up from the table, picking up your mug and heading to the kitchen. âIâll think about it.â He mumbled softly, eyes glued to the expanse of skin you were showing. The shorts you were wearing could be classified as underwear, he felt his ears grow hot when he zeroed in on your ass peeking out from the bottom of them. You whirled around, beaming at him. He seemed a bit surprised, lips parting slightly as you smiled at him. âNo pressure, but Iâd love it if you came out with us.â You surprised yourself with how sincere you sounded, not that you werenât serious about him joining you. Sanemi just nodded, still awestruck by your reaction. You turned and left, a smile plastered to your face as you returned to your bedroom. Sanemi sat at the table, mildly shocked that he had agreed to even think about it. But the way you looked at him⌠it had absolutely dumbfounded him into saying whatever would make you happy. âFuckâŚâ he muttered softly, hand coming up to rub his face.Â
It wouldnât be the end of the world. He thought quietly, the only issue with going out with you and your friends was the fact that youâd probably try and set him up with one of them. Iâm not interested in any of her friends, Iâm interested in her. He groaned, using one hand to rub his forehead. He couldnât say no to you now, not when you smiled at him like that, not when you told him youâd love for him to join you. Suck it up, Sanemi. He grumbled to himself, there was no way he was going to disappoint you. Alone at the table, his mind wandered back to the events from a few hours ago. The girl he had brought home looked like you to an extent. Same hair color, same length, similar body type. He was cringing at his drunken, horny decision, he should have just left her alone. Especially when all he could think about was you, even when he was fucking her, all he was thinking about was you.Â
Sanemi huffed, staring at the cloudy amber liquid in his cup. He was typically a black coffee guy, but you bought fancy creamers that he couldnât resist. Now he took his coffee with a healthy amount of cream. Fuck I canât even look at my coffee without thinking about her. He held in a laugh, amazed by how quickly you were taking over his mind. Itâs not like it was the first time either, hell he wasnât even sure when he started harboring feelings for you. Maybe it was at some point during one of the rainy weekends, the ones where you two would spend hours in the living room and order some food. Or maybe it was during one of your drunken races to the bathroom, laughing like kids doing something they shouldnât. Perhaps it was the first time he saw you in a cocktail dress to go out with your friends, or the way you tucked your hair away when you needed to focus. Or, maybe, just maybe, he started falling for you the moment he met you. How fucking cheesy. But it was the honest truth.Â
Sanemi sighed, it was too early in the morning to let you consume his every waking thought. Part of him figured he should just take a shower and go to bed again, it was Saturday after all. But the other part of him knew youâd still consume his thoughts, even his dreams if he let you. Eventually, he finished his cup and made his way to the bathroom. He needed to scrub her off of him, forget about the terrible interaction and maybe take her advice⌠grow a pair and act upon how he feels about you. Tonight may be the night to do it. He thought to himself, turning on the water and letting it fog up the glass. He couldnât keep dancing around his feelings for you, especially since they were far more than just lusting after you. He wanted you to share his bed, fuck the separate rooms. He could turn your room into an office or something, anything to keep you by his side. Youâre practically fucking love sick at this point.Â
The rest of the day went by in a blur. A few hours before you were set to leave and meet up with your friends, Sanemi let you know that he would be joining you. Now, you sat in front of the mirror on your dresser and did your makeup, the dress you wanted to wear laid on your bed. It was brand new, never worn except the time you tried it on in store. It was a simple black cocktail dress that ended at your mid-thigh. It was pretty typical for going out but you really felt no need to stick out, so simple was usually your go-to. You finished applying mascara and smiled at your work. Again, you were also going out to get drunk so the less makeup you put on meant the less youâd have to clean up at the end of the night. âEyeliner, mascara, a little bit of concealer and⌠oh!â You reached for your lip stain, applying a generous coat to your lips before setting it down. While it dried, you went and pulled your heels from your closet and set them by the foot of your bed.Â
You undressed, slipping into your dress and then sliding on your heels. Once completed, you returned to your dresser and dabbed your lips with a tissue, reaching for a gloss to apply on top. âThis is a lot of effort for something that wonât even last me an hourâ you chuckled as you twisted the top back on the tube of lip gloss, placing it on your dresser and reaching for your phone. Your screen lit up with messages from your group chat, it seemed everyone was already on their way to the club you had decided on. You sent a message letting them know that you and Sanemi would be there probably twenty minutes after them. After a moment a new chat popped up, causing you to laugh out loud. âSo if you arenât here in twenty, youâre getting laid. Gotcha.â You sent back the eye roll emoji before clicking your phone off and shoving it in your purse. âSanemi? You ready?â You pushed your room door, peeking down the hall to see he was already sitting at the kitchen table.Â
âBeen ready for twentyâŚminutesâŚâ he trailed off when you made your way down the hall, the teasing smirk on his face had shifted to one of mild shock. âWhat? Do I have something in my hair?â You laughed softly, twirling around as if you were pretending to look for something you couldnât see. âNo! NoâŚI uhmâŚâ he stood, hand going to the back of his neck. âNo you, you look really good.â The tips of his ears were turning pink, a smirk tugging at your own lips at the sight. âThank you, you clean up pretty good yourself.â You were a bit shameless as your eyes trialed over him. Sanemi had gone with his typical look. A short sleeve button up, this time made it a silky black material, the top buttons undone to expose his scared chest. He paid it with a pair of black slacks, a monochrome look that contrasted well with his partially slicked back white hair. âThanksâŚâ he muttered softly, ears turning from pink to red.Â
You smile, not wanting to make things awkward for him before you even leave the apartment. âDo you want me to drive?â You were reaching for your keys, jumping slightly when Sanemiâs hand stopped you. âAbsolutely not, Iâll drive.â He reached for his own car keys instead, chuckling as you looked confused. âWhen youâre out with me, you donât have to worry about anything.â He opened the door for you, âunless you wanna drive.â You smiled as he added that on, shaking your head. âNo, I donât mind if you drive, I appreciate it.â You walked past him and into the hall, trying to hide the fact that you were excited for him to drive you both. You watched him lock the door before heading for the elevator, it was silent until you got to the car, but it was comfortable silence. âLadies first.â He chuckled softly, pulling the passenger side door open for you. âOh, why thank you.â You laughed, getting in and smiling as he shut the door for you. What a gentleman. You smiled at the thought.Â
âAlright soâŚâ he spoke as he climbed in the drivers side, turning the key so the engine purred with life. âYouâll have to give me directions on how to get there.â He glanced over at you, eyes trailing to your exposed legs before reaching for the gear shift. âYeah no problem.â You smiled âwhen we get out of the garage youâll take a left. Then youâll get on the highway heading north and Iâll just tell you what exit to take from there.â Sanemi nodded, pulling the car into reverse and backing out of his space. âSounds good to me.â Music was playing softly from his radio, just enough to fill the car with ambience. âItâll just be the two of us, three of my friends and then I think one of their boyfriends is also joining. But to be fair, after thirty minutes everyone kinda scatters on the dance floor.â You chuckle a bit. âUsually they drag me with them to find guys to dance with⌠but since I have youâŚâ you shot him a look, letting those words hang in the air for a moment âI donât have to worry about them dragging me anywhere.â You smiled, noticing the way his cheeks tinged pink.Â
âThatâs a relief.â He muttered softly, a smile tugging at his lips while his eyes remained focused on the road. âI wonât be drinking all that much either.â He spoke softly âSince Iâm carrying precious cargo, Iâll probably only have a beer or two. My tolerance is pretty high and I nearly got shit faced last night so⌠Iâll take it easy.â Sanemi chuckled softly, one hand resting on the wheel while the other relaxed against the center console. âPrecious cargo, huh? Me? Iâm flattered.â You relaxed into the seat, turning to look at Sanemi with a small laugh. âYeah, you.â He didnât seem flustered to say that, the smirk on his face making you blush. Your eyes lingered for a moment, watching his tongue dart out to lick his lips. Thatâs when you noticed something reflective. âHold the fuck on⌠is thatâŚâ Sanemi glanced over at you, chuckling. âA tongue piercing? You just noticed it? Iâve had it since I moved in with you.â You looked completely flabbergasted, your whole body turning to look at him.Â
âNo fucking way! Sanemi Shinazugawa youâre lying.â You folded your arms, laughing at the absurdity of it, hoping it hid how excited it made you. Sanemi laughed now, wholeheartedly as he took the exit to get on the highway. âIâm not lying! I got it when I turned nineteen and Iâm twenty one now. Weâve been living together for three months and youâve never noticed I had a tongue piercing?â You were absolutely floored by this revelation. âNever! Then again Iâm not usually observing your mouth.â It came out more cheeky than sarcastic, which in turn caused your face to turn warm. âOh?â His voice seemed to drop an octave. âSo youâre observing other parts of me, Hmm?â He was smirking now, eyes glued to the road while you stared at him open mouthed. âOh you wish!â You laughed, settling back into the seat normally with your arms still crossed. âSure I do.â His voice was laced with sarcasm, his fingers drummed along to the beat of the music coming from his radio.Â
A comfortable silence fell over the car, the club itself was only a twenty minute drive so it wasnât long before Sanemi was pulling into the already crowded parking lot. âHow come Iâve never heard of this place?â Sanemiâs eyes were wide as he observed the people entering the building. âItâs pretty new.â You comment softly, texting your friends that you had arrived and would be inside in a few minutes. âThat so?â He shut the car off, turning to look at you. âYeah, which is a good thing because that means itâs all new shit.â You chuckled, you could recall a few bars and clubs you had gone to in the past that were⌠questionable to say the least. âI suppose youâre right.â He laughs softly, opening the door to get out. You follow suit, stepping into the cool evening with a sigh of relief. The world around you seemed to buzz with excitement, the pounding music could be heard from the parking lot. As you rounded the car, you noticed Sanemi seemed just a bit overwhelmed.Â
âIs this your first time at a club?â You couldnât help but smile at him. âSorta? Iâm used to bars honestly. Iâve only been to a club like two or three times and they definitely werenât this⌠busy.â Seeing the opportunity, you moved forward and hooked your arm with his. âWell then, weâll just have to make sure you stick close to me, yeah?â Sanemiâs brain short circuited for a moment, nodded as he let you lead him towards the building. He wasnât quite sure what had rendered him speechless, the words you had spoken, the way you smiled at him, or maybe it was the fact that you were touching him. Better yet, it was likely all of the above. His eyes were glued to you as you walked with him, the angle giving him a perfect view of the swell of your chest. He swallowed, even though his shirt was unbuttoned he still felt suffocated. Sanemi was pulled from his thoughts as you happily waved to your friends. âWe figured weâd wait for you since itâs pretty crazy already!âÂ
Sanemi barely listened, smiling and saying hello when you introduced him. It didnât really matter to him anymore, not when you were so close to him. All he could think about was you. The feeling of your arm on his, the smell of your perfume, how good you looked. How was he supposed to do anything else when you had him so tightly wrapped around your finger. The thought nearly scared him. He was quiet as you all walked to get in line, his eyes remained glued to you as you chatted excitedly with your three friends and whoeverâs boyfriend. You had told him, but he already forgot. âSanemi?â You glanced up at him, watching as he blinked back into reality. âHuh? Were you talking to me?â You chuckled, noticing your friends smirk as they turned to move up in line. âNo, but you were spacing out really bad. Do you get nervous in crowds?â You watched his cheeks turn a shade of pink, had he really spaced out that hard while staring at you? âW-wha.. no, no sorryâŚâ he couldnât think of an excuse if he tried, so you hugged his arm a little tighter.
âI promise I wonât leave your side, so you have nothing to worry about.â You turned away before he could see the smirk creeping up your face. Before you knew it, you were being ushered inside of the dark club, the entire place was bathed in changing lights. The music was making the floor vibrate, the dance floor already flooded with people as the DJ played remixes of popular songs. You tugged Sanemi down to your level, yelling slightly âletâs go to the bar!â He nodded, allowing you to guide him through as you trailed behind your friends. He had a feeling this would probably be the last time he saw them for the rest of the night. You were leaning over the counter, yelling to the bartender what you wanted, turning to ask Sanemi what he would like. A moment later you were being handed the drinks, Sanemi pushing past you to place the money on the counter. You handed him his beer, sipping on the cocktail you had ordered for yourself. You grabbed his arm again, tugging him over to a high top table. âCrazy isnât it?â You yelled across to him, your friends had already disappeared elsewhere. Sanemi nodded, eyes scanning his surroundings.Â
âWhere did your friends go?â He yelled back to you, not really caring that they had already dissolved somewhere in the crowd. âProbably already on the dance floor! It doesnât matter though!â You laughed, already feeling a slight buzz from the strong drink, you never really had a tolerance in the first place. âOh?â He laughed, sipping his beer âwhyâs that?â He continued, setting the cup down. You lean over, smiling at him âCause I get to spend more time with you! Get your mind off of your shitty hook up.â You laughed as you straightened again, sipping more of your drink and bouncing gently to the beat of the music. Much to Sanemiâs relief, it was dark enough that you couldnât see the way his cheeks turned a flaming red. You didnât want to go anywhere until you finished your drink, there was no fun in dancing and spilling it everywhere. You glanced at Sanemi, noticing the way his eyes seemed to sparkle as he observed his surroundings, it was kind of cute. âI hope you donât mind dancing!â You yelled to him, downing the rest of the cocktail with a grin. âDancing? Me?â He still had half of his beer left, but that wasnât going to stop you.Â
âYeah, you. Donât tell me you came here just to stand around.â You laughed, setting your empty glass on the table before rounding it to stand next to him. âCâmon! Let loose a little.â Your hand rested on top of his, the one holding his beer cup to be exact. âYouâll have to get a couple drinks in me if you want me to let loose. And thatâs not happening.â He smirked at you âLike I said, precious cargo, I need to get your pretty self home nice and safe.â You chose to ignore the pretty comment, despite the fact that it made your heart do backflips. âThatâs fine, youâll just have to get over it then and come out and dance with me sober. Everyone else is already drunk anyways, nobody is going to pay us any mind.â Liar he thought to himself, people were certainly paying you some of their mind. If one more person checked you out he was positive he was going to have a heart attack. âNot happening.â He laughed as you got closer, his heart pounding erratically as you looked up at him through your lashes.Â
âYeah, sure.â You laughed, taking a step away from him. âIf youâre not going to join me, you can just watch.â You turned on your heels, maneuvering through the crowd so you could descend to the dance floor. Sanemi cursed under his breath, downing the rest of his beer and following after you. Cheeky little shit. He could help but smirk, catching up to you within a few strides and grabbing your arm. âWhat happened to staying close to me?â His voice was against your ear, bodies too close for him to not feel the way you shivered. âChange of heart.â You murmured, just loud enough for him to hear. âNot that it matters now, come dance.â He couldnât say no to you, not even if he wanted to. You moved through the crowd, closer to the middle so heâd feel a little less awkward. The song began to change as you turned to face him, your hands finding their way to his shoulders so you could lean up and whisper in his ear. âJust do whatever feels right.â He couldnât resist, his hands finding to it waist as you began swaying to the music.Â
With your guidance, he began to move too, pushing past how awkward he felt about it until all he could see was you. He wasnât even sure how it happened, but four songs had passed and the two of you were still dancing. Your bodies bumped into each other every once in a while because of the amount of people on the floor with you. It was claustrophobic, the amount of sweaty, drunk bodies swaying and grinding to the various beats the DJ played. But at that moment, he couldnât have cared less. Not when you seemed to be having so much fun, your hands clinging to his shirt to keep him close as you danced. Sanemi let his hands wander, holding your hips just a little tighter, daring to drag you closer to him. You felt him hesitate, as if looking for your approval. You caught on, the slight buzz from your drink giving you enough courage to close the distance for him. You could have melted on the spot, your chest pressing to his due to the extra height from your heels. âHeyâŚâ he uttered softly, just loud enough for you to hear.Â
Your faces were inches apart, â⌠heyâ you spoke softly. You were close enough that he could hear it over the music. You stopped swaying, standing completely still as you looked each other in the eye. You knew where it was going, but you wanted him to take the initiative. Sanemiâs eyes darted from yours, eyeing your lips before looking back up at you. Nervously, his tongue poked out to wet his lips, the ball of the tongue piercing glimmered under the strobe lights. There was only one time in his life that he had ever been nervous to kiss someone and it was because it was his very first kiss ever. Then again, he hadnât really felt much for anyone outside of flings and the rare hook up. You though? You were something different entirely. It petrified him, in every possible way. Standing still on a raving dance floor just so happens to work in his favor. You both let out noises of surprise when someone accidentally bumps into Sanemiâs back, which causes him to fall into you.Â
Your noses bump as the guy yelled out a sorry before stumbling further into the crowd. You begin to laugh, adding more distance when all Sanemi wanted was to close it. While youâre distracted, his hands leave your hips to cup your face, holding you in place as he closes the distance. You gasp into the kiss, the grip you had on his shirt tightening as if heâd disappear. Your initial shock disappears after a moment, your lips parting easily for him to enter. It thrills you, feeling Sanemiâs tongue sweep into your mouth, your own tongue dancing around him until you ghost across the metal tongue piercing. You whine, you had somehow already forgotten that crucial piece of information. Sanemi heard you, his hold on your face shifting back down to your hips as he swayed with you to the music again. You were fascinated by the metal, running your tongue along it until you felt the vibrations of Sanemiâs groan.Â
You parted, gasping for air as the club around you suddenly felt way too overstimulating. One look told Sanemi everything he needed to know, his hand finding your own to pull you off of the dance floor. Your roles had quickly reversed, instead of you dragging Sanemi around the club, he was dragging you out of it. The cool night air no longer offered you any release, your ears ringing at the immediate volume change. âSanemiâŚâ he didnât respond until you were well into the parking lot. âYeah?â he turned to look at you, his lips slightly swollen from the kiss. âNothingâŚâ You smiled, just wanting to see his face. That one smile nearly made his knees week, his head turning to fumble with his keys. Once the car clicked open, he reached for the back door, making your heart leap into your throat as he made his intentions extremely clear. You felt a wave of heat flood your body, scrambling past him with a chuckle. By the time you threw your purse into the front seat, Sanemi was clambering in behind you and slamming the door shut.Â
He was on you again in seconds, the cramped backseat not helping the situation but you would take whatever you could. Your dress rode up as you spread your legs to accommodate Sanemi on top of you, his hand shooting to grab the back of your head before it hit the window. âThis isn't ideal.â you laughed, watching a smile tug at his own lips as he moved to kiss you for a second time. âI know it's not idealâŚâ he pulled away to speak before kissing you a third time âbut I need youâŚso bad.â his voice had dropped to a hush whisper, your body responding immediately to the desperation in his voice. âItâs fineâŚâ you choked out, the arousal throbbing in your gut drowned out any discomfort you felt. You pulled Sanemi to you, trying to shift your body into a laying position to see if it made things a little easier. Sanemiâs lips were on yours for a fourth time, shifting his weight to rely on his elbows as his body pressed tightly to yours. You moaned softly into the kiss, his weight sending waves of arousal straight to your cunt. It took a minute but you were finally able to settle into a somewhat comfortable position.Â
Your hands found their way to his hair, ruining his attempt at wrangling the typically untameable strands. He groaned, shivering at the feeling of your hands on him, his own excitement manifesting physically as it brushed along your exposed thigh. âFuckâŚâ you pulled away, your mind going blank the moment his erection grazed you. Saliva kept your lips connected, breath mingling with one another as you panted. âSanemiâŚâ You spoke softly, his eyes zeroing in on you and clinging to every word. âYeah?â he couldnât think straight, the urge to rip your dress right off of you and fuck you stupid in the back seat of his car was clawing itâs way to the forefront of his mind. âTake me home. Please, if weâre going to do this⌠I want to do it right. Take me to our home.â He was putty in your hands, heart racing at the use of our. âOf course, fuck of courseâŚâ His dick throbbed at the very thought, scrambling to get off of you and get into the front seat. You followed after him, barely bothering to fix your dress as you got into the passenger side. Sanemi turned the keys, the car coming to life a moment later.Â
Your thighs were squeezing together as he pulled out of the spot and drove towards the street. âAh, ah, pretty girlâŚâ Without even looking at you, Sanemiâs hand found your left thigh and forced it away from the other. âYou can wait till weâre home.â He glances at you before turning onto the road, your eyes are lidded with need, focusing on the way his scarred hand is squeezing the plush flesh of your thigh. âNo fairâŚâ You whined softly, your body aching with need, the feeling of his hand only sending your thoughts into a helpless spiral. Sanemi didnât break though, as much as he wanted to. He was quickly realizing it pained him to tell you no, regardless of the circumstance. All the while, your eyes were shifting between his hand and his groin. His cock was straining against the material of his pants, the slight clench in his jaw told you he was struggling just as much as you were. âYou asked for this.â He murmured softly when he felt your eyes on him still. âYeah, I know butâŚâ the realization that there was still twenty minutes left in the drive felt like utter torture. âBut nothing.â He teased you again.Â
âSanemiâŚâ you tried again, it was a useless battle, especially since you were the one who told him you wanted to go home. âYou can survive, câmon now, you canât be that needy for me already.â His tone was low, dripping with sarcasm. It made your face feel warm, squirming in your seat as you crossed your arms. âMe? Needy? Look at you.â You tried to give him the same attitude but you couldnât muster the courage. With the information you knew, you could certainly rile him up. But you decided to save that revelation for later. âLook at me? I donât need to self reflect to know how badly I want you.â He squeezed your thigh to drive his point home, smirking as you gasped and tensed at the feeling. You felt small in comparison, as if nothing you said would make him break. So you let him tease you, his hand massaging your thigh until you could feel your arousal dampening your underwear. How embarrassing. You held back a groan, hand itching to return the favor. As you came to a red light, waiting to take the exit for the highway, your hand crept over.Â
You placed your hand over the prominent bulge in his pants, holding your breath as Sanemi inhaled sharply. âSo thatâs how youâre gonna be, Hmm?â He hummed softly, his hand leaving your thigh to undo his pants. âBy all means, have fun.â You swallowed, seeing the opportunity he was allowing you and taking it. You fished him out of his pants, holding back a groan as his cock sprang forward. âFuckâŚâ you nearly choked on your own saliva as you looked at the size of him. The red light was filling the car with a dim glow, along you to see the shine already coating his tip. âSanemi⌠I just want to make sure.â You stared at him, adjusting yourself in your seat. âMake sure of what?â He seemed nonchalant but you could see the way his jaw was tensing, eyes training on the traffic light and practically begging it to go. âThat if I do this, you wonât crash the car.â You teased him a bit, but it was also a genuine question. Sanemi smiled at that, throat bobbing as he swallowed before stealing a glance. âIâll be fine.â That quick look sent your heart into a flurry, the light switching from red to green as if giving you the go ahead.Â
Sanemiâs foot hit the gas a little harder than necessary, shooting forward and knocking you back a bit. âYeahâŚâ you mumbled under your breath, readjusting in your seat âyouâll be fine.â You mimicked him, nearly turning completely sideways in the passenger side seat. âI promise, if itâs too much Iâll tell you to stop.â There was pink coating his cheeks, the one hand he had on the wheel was clutching it so tightly his knuckles were turning white. âYeah, whatever you sayâŚâ You laughed, leaning over to tentatively wrap your hand around the middle of his shaft. You didnât believe one word he said, especially with the way he inhaled as your hand did nothing more than wrap around him. âIâll take it easy on you.â You leaned forward, unable to see the way Sanemiâs eyes widened when he realized what you were doing. He had assumed it would be nothing more than a handjob to tease him until the two of you arrived home. He felt his heart leap into his throat as your head lowered to his lap. âOh fuckâŚâ he swallowed, eyes flickering down to you before refocusing on the road. Your tongue glided along the head of his cock, a small moan escaping your lips as Sanemiâs other hand settled on top of your head.Â
You felt the car slow for a second time as Sanemi rolled up to a second traffic light. You took the opportunity to lower your head further, taking in more of his cock. âShitâŚâ he hissed, eyes trained on the back of your head as you lavished him with your tongue. The light was quicker than he had wanted it to be, once again he stepped on the gas, holding his breath as he took the exit to get on the highway. You steadied yourself, the position a bit uncomfortable considering you were leaning over the center console to suck him off. You dared to go lower, taking in half of him before pulling back up. It took you a minute but you found a rhythm that felt good for you, listening intently to his quiet gasps over the sound of the wind hitting the car. You couldnât see it, but Sanemi was pushing eighty-five miles an hour as he flew down the highway. His brain was going just as fast as the car, unable to process the reality that you were going down on him. Never mind the fact that you were doing it as he drove. Your tongue continued to lick along the head of his cock, pulling way to lick further down his shaft before returning to the top.Â
Carefully you pulled away all together, leaving him gasping as you settled back into your seat. âYou didnât think I was going to be that generous right?â you smirked at him, wiping the saliva from your lips as you did. Sanemi was a bit stunned, though he shouldnât have expected anything less. Laughter bubbled in his throat, his free hand haphazardly tucking his still hard cock away. âNo, I actually didn't. Though that just means I need to make things even.â His hand returned to your thigh, kneading the flesh as he continued to floor it down the highway. You swallowed, thighs parting a little further as you counted down the seconds until you were home. The alcohol was still lingering in your system, your nerves seemingly set on fire as your body ached for him. You wanted to give him more, you couldnât wait to give him more. So far, your roommate was surpassing your expectations. Not when your wildest wet dream could compare to the things you were feeling now. Sanemi himself was nothing like the Sanemi you fantasized about, he was far better. That realization had you squirming in your seat, the silver ball tongue piercing lingering in your mind as you thought about what it would feel like.Â
âI have to askâŚâ you sighed softly, you were maybe ten minutes away now. Sanemi glanced at you quickly before looking at the road again, he said nothing, waiting for you to continue. âDoes the tongue piercing make you better at giving head?â You laughed a bit but the question was serious. Sanemi smiled, a look of pure cockiness on his face. âSo Iâve been told, Iâve even considered buying one of those stupid vibrating tongue piercings but I havenât really had a reason to do so.â His cock was throbbing as he spoke, he certainly had a reason now to buy such a lewd item. The very thought of using a vibrating tongue ring on you had precum dampen his briefs. âYouâll have to show me your skills, maybe youâll have to eat me out twice to show me the difference with and without.â You usually would have choked on your words saying something like that, but the way Sanemiâs lips parted in surprise made you glad you said it. âSo you want me to go down on you? Why donât you amuse me and tell me all the things you want your beloved roommate to do to you, hmm?â You felt your face grow warm, the grip he had on your thigh grew tight.Â
âWell, for starters, I would love for my beloved roommate to go down on me.â You sighed, still thinking about what it would be like. âI would also love for my roommate to fuck me stupid, specifically in his bed.â You felt no shame or embarrassment confessing what you wanted, the way Sanemiâs nails dug into your flesh told you he enjoyed every word you spoke. âSpecifically my bed? Why is that?â He wasnât sure why that stirred something in him, he already had every intention of taking you to his room when you finally got back. But hearing you utter those words had him feeling possessive. âI donât really knowâŚjust like the idea. Your bed always looked comfy to me, and your room always smells nice.â What you wanted to say is that it smelt like him. His grip on your thigh had loosened just a bit when he figured he was leaving nail indents in your skin. Instead, Sanemi moved to massage the flesh as he took the exit off of the highway. You were nearly home, his mind was practically turning to mush as the anticipation grew even heavier. âWhat else?âÂ
His voice was growing hoarse, he had never wanted to fuck someone as badly as he wanted to fuck you in that very moment. âI want to finish what I started of course.â You glanced at him and then down to his lap, a smile on your lips as he inhaled deeply. âYeah? Sounds like weâre going to have a long night.â You sighed, fidgeting a bit as your apartment building finally came in view. âWe better, I got all dressed up just for you to drag me out of the club.â You laughed as he turned to look at you, the look was of pure disbelief. âBy all means I can take you back.â His voice was dripping with sarcasm, he wouldnât let you go out of arm's reach at this point. âNo way, Iâd kick your ass.â Your hand shot down to grab his wrist, gently pulling him off your thigh. You could see his visible confusion as he watched the road, unsure of what you were doing. Slowly, you intertwined your fingers with his, smiling at the fact that he let you do it so easily. You brought his hand upwards, gently placing a kiss to the back of it. Sanemi inhaled, eyes itching to look at you but he needed to focus as he turned into the parking garage.Â
You continued to place kisses on his scarred hand, kissing your way over his knuckles and up each finger. You watched as Sanemi pulled into the garage, mildly impressed that he was able to take the sharp turns with only one hand on the wheel. Your body felt as if it had been shocked with electricity as he pulled into his assigned space. You let go of his hand even though you didnât want to, opening the car door to get out before he had even turned the vehicle off. You were too eager to speak, marching your way towards the elevator as Sanemi scrambled to follow you. âExcited?â He laughed, as if he wasnât chasing after you with long strides. âOf course I am.â You shot him a wink as you hit the button, the elevator doors opening slowly. Once you both stepped in, all bets were off. You gasped as his hands found your waist again, pulling you to his chest so he could crush his lips against yours. âThe cameraâŚâ you pulled away as you began to ascend, Sanemi couldnât care less that this would be caught on surveillance. So he kissed you again, making his point clear as you gave in and wrapped your arms around his neck.Â
It wasnât long before the doors opened and you had to part again reluctantly, this time Sanemi was grabbing your hand and tugging you down the hall. His free hand was fumbling with his pocket, pulling out his keeps as you reached the door. You watched the key slot into the lock with bated breath, your knees nearly giving out as the door swung open and you both stumbled inside. You didnât get a chance to properly shut the door, Sanemi was pressing you against it and effectively slamming it shut in the process. You didnât get a chance to complain either because Sanemi was nearly suffocating you as his lips crashed to yours again. This time it was fully unrestrained, his hands pushing your dress upwards while your hands tugged at his top. The kiss turned into a messy clash of teeth and tongue until he was pulled away to bury his face in your neck instead. You gasped, the sensation of his teeth grazing your skin making you shiver as his hands trailed up your side to start tugging your dress down from the top instead. âYouâre going to destroy my d-dressâŚâ You choked as his teeth sunk into your skin.Â
He only groaned in response, tongue licking along the teeth indents he had left behind. âYeah whatever, Iâll buy you a new one.â He seemed fully unbothered, head dipping low again to suck along your jaw. Your heart was beating in your throat, hands finding their home in the hair you disturbed earlier when kissing him. âS-shitâŚâ You sighed as Sanemiâs tongue licked along your jaw before returning to your neck. His hand gripped the top of your dress again, yanking it down harshly until you heard the zipper tear. âSanemi!â you didnât quite care at that moment but you knew it would bother you in the morning. âI said Iâd buy you another one. Fuck Iâll buy you as many dresses as you want if it means I can tear them off of you.â He returned to leaving hickeys on your neck, not stopping until purple bruises littered your skin. You squealed as your dress was pushed down further, your breasts finally freed from their confines. Sanemi took a second to admire before attaching his lips to your nipple. A loud moan escaped you, eyes wide as you felt him suck and lick the sensitive skin. The moment the ball of his tongue piercing glided along your breast you knew you were done for, your eyes nearly rolling back as your mind went wild.Â
He continued to run his tongue along your skin, flicking your nipple strategically with his tongue piercing every few goes. You could feel your knees going weak, you couldnât support your body weight much longer if he was going to tease you like this. Sanemi seemed to realize, pulling away from your breast with a soft pop, a string of saliva keeping his mouth and your breast connected. He said nothing, rather he smirked at you, reaching down to hook his arm around your waist and haul you up and over his shoulder. âSanemi!â you practically shrieked, you knew he was strong but you didnât think he was that strong. You could feel his laughter, his shoulder digging into your stomach as his free hand came up to land a swift smack on your dress-clad ass. A string of profanities left your lips as Sanemi pushed his room door open, your ass cheek was stinging from the impact of his spank. âColorful words you got there.â He snorted as he dropped you onto his bed, watching you bounce a little before settling. âOh whatever.â your face was warm, eyes struggling to meet his. Sanemiâs head tilted, admiring how you looked. Half naked, breasts exposed and wet with his saliva. Pretty bruises littering your neck, your lips swollen from his kisses, your hair tousled from all the movement. To him, you had never looked better.Â
Sanemi sighed, undoing the rest of the buttons that you had nearly ripped off, tossing the shirt to the ground and smiling as it caught your attention. âSoâŚâ he began, taking a step towards the side of his bed before leaning forward. He braced his arms on either side of your hips, the mattress dipping further under his added weight. âWhat do you want first? Continue where we left off⌠or let me get a tasteâŚâ His forehead was nearly touching yours, breath mingling as he waited for your response. âItâs your turnâŚâ You spread your thighs a little further, hand reaching for his shoulder as you motioned for him to get on his knees before you. Sanemi huffed out a laugh âitâs hard for me to say no when you look at me like that.â His knees hit the ground with a soft thump, his hands sliding up your thighs and forcing a shiver out of you. âDo I have your permission to take this dress off of you?â His head tilts, waiting for your answer. âA-absolutely you doâŚâ you lifted your hips, helping him tug the material off you and drop it off to the side. Sanemi took a minute, drinking in the sight of your bare skin. He was staring at you as if he was trying to memorize every inch of your skin. âSoâŚâ your voice was soft, anticipation killing you.Â
âSorry.â his face turned red, his hands grabbing for the waistband of your panties. âYouâre so beautiful.â He couldnât look at you as he said it, if he did he was convinced his heart would implode on the spot. âSo are you.â You lifted your hips for him a second time, allowing him to take the last piece of clothing you had on, off of you. âDonât flatter me.â his tone was teasing, eyes taking on a different look as your cunt was exposed to him. No further words were spoken as Sanemi coaxed your legs open further. You braced yourself on your elbows, legs dangling off the side of the bed as Sanemi slowly moved to kiss your thighs. The shine from his tongue piercing glimmered in the moonlight leaking through his window, sending shockwaves of arousal through you as his hands moved to hold your hips. His hair tickled your thigh as he licked fat stripes up your skin, avoiding the place you wanted him most just to tease you a little further. You watched him with bated breath, whining softly as his breath fanned over you before pulling away. âSanemi⌠please.â You had waited far too long for him to tease you like this. Sanemi huffed out another laugh, the persistent twitch in his pants was making him impatient as well.Â
He stopped teasing you, his hands finding their way to your thighs again as he lowered his head. Your body tensed as the flat of his tongue licked along your folds. The metal ball of his tongue piercing was more prominent than you thought it would be, even though it was as warm as the rest of him, you felt it. âOhâŚâ you gasped, head falling backwards. You were torn between keeping yourself propped up so you could watch and just laying back to enjoy it. Sanemiâs tongue continued to lap at your cunt, purposely avoiding the place you wanted him the absolute most. âSanemi pleaseâŚâ You were aching for him to pay attention to your clit, but the small smirk that tugged on his lips as he nipped at your inner thigh told you this was payback. âSanemi please! I said I would finish what I started in the car⌠stop teasing meâŚâ Your hips wiggled, thrusting upwards as if you could force him to eat you out the way you wanted. One movement and he had stilled you completely, his hand splaying across your abdomen and pushing you back to the mattress. âRelax.â His tone held authority, making you feel rather pathetic for squirming in the first place. âSorryâŚâ you settled again, eyes struggling to hold contact with him. âGood girl.âÂ
You chewed on the inside of your cheek, Sanemiâs head dipping down again to eat you out with a little more fervor. He ran the ball of his tongue piercing along your lips, leaving a shining trail of saliva in its wake. A quiet whine slipped past your lips, hand fisting in his comforter as you tried not to seem too impatient. He caught on of course, finding it impossible to hold off any longer. As much as he wanted to take his time, he was far too excited to keep holding off. A loud gasp slipped past your lips as his tongue flicked across your clit, the metal ball hitting it the second time. âOh fuckâŚâ The feeling of his tongue piercing very different, each pass over your clit made your thighs tense. Sanemiâs mouth moved to wrap around the pulsing nerve, sucking harshly while swiping his tongue repeatedly. The motion had your arms giving out, falling flat on the bed as you moaned completely unrestrained. Sanemi continued, one hand still pressing down on your abdomen as he used the other to place one leg over his shoulder. He quickly switched, placing his other hand on your abdomen so he could grab your other leg and throw it over his shoulder as well.
 This way, you couldnât close your legs if you wanted to and now he had the ability to do what he did next. Your entire body tensed as two fingers slipped inside of your already wet cunt, curling perfectly before uncurling again to thrust sloppily. âS-sanemi!â You choked out his name, the sudden intensity making your eyes water as he fucked you with his fingers and tongue. As quickly as he gave in, he stopped, pulling away just enough to gasp for air. You whined, glancing down at him to see his lips and chin covered in a mixture of saliva and your arousal. âSanemi.â All you could utter was his name at this point, no other words would come to mind unless it was to beg him to keep going. âYou didnât think I was going to be that generous, did you?â He used your own line against you, smirking as your head fell back with a groan. âL-let me make it up to you. I-Iâll finish what I started but you have to do the same.â Your previous confidence had flown out the window, your mind too cloudy to think of anything else but his tongue. âOh, I see what you mean.â Sanemiâs hand left your cunt, moving to hold your legs and caress them softly. âHow about this?â He moved your legs off of his shoulders, the position itself had made your stomach do backflips so you were a bit sad it was already over.Â
You watched him straighten, standing at his full height so he could take off his pants and boxers. âSit up, move further in.â he motioned for you to move towards the center of his bed, your heart rate spiking significantly when you realized he really had caught on to what you were implying. Within seconds, Sanemi was as bare as you, giving you a moment to admire him in his entirety before he crawled onto the bed with you. You couldnât help yourself as you leaned over to kiss him, shivering as his hands found your hips and held you as he lowered himself into a lying position. You pulled away, lips slick with saliva as you looked down on him. âI think you know what to do⌠or do you want me to explain.â The look in his eyes was a teasing one, tongue sliding out to lick your saliva from his lips. âI got it.â You rolled your eyes, turning away before he saw you smile. âAlright then, show me.â It was a little awkward at first but you positioned yourself with your thighs on either side of his head, your cunt hovering just inches above your face. âLet me know when.â your voice was hoarse, Sanemiâs hands found their way to your hips again and pulled you down. You squealed as he forced nearly all of your weight on his face, until it felt like you would suffocate him.Â
âA-are you sure that's not too much?â You moaned as his tongue immediately found its way to your entrance, taking that as a yes, you leaned forward to wrap your hand around his aching cock. You gave him a few deliberately slow pumps before lowering your mouth. Your lips suctioned around his tip for the second time that night, tongue lapping at the bitter precum still oozing from him. You could feel him pulsate as you used one hand to stroke what your mouth couldnât fit, drool seeping down his length to act as lube. You took a chance, your free hand coming down to hold his balls. The reaction you got was a loud groan vibrating your cunt, Sanemiâs tongue working even harder as your orgasm suddenly began to build in your gut. You massaged him gently, tongue licking up the underside of his shaft while you shamelessly fondled his balls. The intensity building in your gut was enough to have your hips jerking away from Sanemiâs face, tears pricking your eyes as you tried to take even more of his length. A loud yelp left you as Sanemiâs hands found your hips and forced them right back down on his face. The ball of his tongue piercing slid across your clit again before dipping into your entrance. You nearly pulled off of him, fully overwhelmed by pleasure, but you managed to stop yourself.Â
You continued to pump what you couldnât fit, head bobbing in rhythm with your fist. Groans continued to vibrate your cunt, your hand still massaging the sensitive flesh. You never really knew what to do with them, but the way Sanemi was groaning told you that you were doing something right. The grip Sanemi had on your hips tightened significantly, his cock pulsating against your tongue. Strangled noises left your lips as your orgasm continued to build, the way his balls tightened in your grasp told you he was going to reach his climax at any second. You squirmed, your pace growing erratic as your hips grind down on Sanemiâs face. He encourages you, hand pushing and pulling your hips at a faster pace, finding the way your cunt ground on his tongue to be utterly exhilarating. Before you could process it, your hips were stuttering to a halt, your eyes watering as your orgasm snuck up on you. You spilled all over his tongue, a gush of warmth making your face turn hot as you struggled to continue sucking him off. Luckily for you, coming on his face was enough to send Sanemi over the edge as well, groaning loudly as he spilled into your mouth. You swallowed what you could, the rest dribbling down your chin as you rolled off of him and to the mattress below.Â
You were gasping for breath, staring at the ceiling as you blinked stars from your vision. You didnât get a chance to say anything before Sanemi was sitting up and maneuvering himself to hover over you. âIâm not done with you yet.â He looked unbearably good with his hair a mess, lips swollen and shining, his pupils dilated. You reached for his face, pulling him down to crash your lips together in a sloppy kiss. His hands roamed your body, one of them moving to slip between your thighs and finger your already sensitive cunt. âF-fuckâŚâ you pulled away, only given a second to breath before his lips were on you again. The kiss tasted of arousal, your own mixing with his, it was almost intoxicating. Paired with the way Sanemiâs fingers curled inside of you, the remnants of your first orgasm prickled in your gut. You whined into the kiss, nails dragging along his shoulders as soft squelches filled the room. âYouâre so fucking beautful.â Sanemi is heaving as he parts from you, he looks completely fucked out as he looks down to watch his fingers disappear and reapper from your greedy cunt. âYou can take it, right? You still got some energy, yeah?â his cock was still achingly hard.Â
âY-yeahâŚfuckâŚplease just⌠donât make me wait any longer, SanemiâŚâ He kissed you again, this time it was full of passion as he moved to crawl over you rather than lay beside you. He pulled away, looking down at you with parted lips before realizing something. âWait, fuck we need a condom.â As he began to get off of you, your hand shot forward to stop him.ân-no we donât⌠we donât need it.â Your hands shook as you held onto his bicep, your eyes pleading with him. âWe donât need it?â He questioned, a bit shocked at what you were saying. âNoâŚIâm clean.â You seemed to be ignoring the fact that he could easily get you pregnant. âSo am I⌠Iâve only ever used condoms andâŚâ he didnât even get to fuck the girl from the night before so there was really no risk of fucking you raw. Maybe it was the lust fogging his mind and ruining his judgment, or maybe it was the sheer thrill of getting to feel you for the first time completely bare, but he agreed, choosing to forgo the condom and crawl back over you. âAre you sure?â his tone was hushed, one hand bracing himself while the other moved down to grab himself. You nodded, moving your legs to wrap around his waist so he could position himself. âPositiveâŚjust come on⌠Sanemi I need you, so bad.â He was a goner the moment you said that, any hesitation fleeing his body as you begged him. âOkayâŚokayâŚâ he hushed you, leaning down to kiss you.
Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as you felt the dull head of his cock drag up and down your folds. You fumbled around a bit each time the metal ball of his piercing grazed your tongue, your hips jerking upwards to try and move him along. He was still teasing you, despite his own desperation to be inside of you. You pulled away, eyes closing as Sanemiâs tongue ran along your jaw. âSa..Sanemi pleaseâŚâ you moaned at the pressure of his cock head pressing to your entrance. âOkay⌠okay⌠so impatient baby just relaxâŚâ You shivered at the nickname, something so simple made your body feel like it had been jolted with electricity. After another minute of your breathy whines, Sanemi gave in, steadying himself as he pressed his hips further into you. You both let out shaky gasps as his head pushed in, your walls immediately suctioning to the intrusion yet welcoming him at the same time. You watched Sanemiâs head look down, his hair tickling your face as he watched himself disappear inside of you inch by inch. âS-sanemiâŚâ you choked out again, his head moving to look up at you with blown out pupils. âYeah?â hoarse and desperate, he didnât think heâd ever get enough of you looking at him like that. âFaster, pleaseâŚâ he hadnât even bottomed out yet, a smile tugged at his lips. âGod youâre so desperate, you want me so bad that itâs still not enough even when you have me.â You nodded, hands clinging to shoulders as you looked up at him. âI canât argue with thatâŚ'' you whined as his hips met yours, his cock fully sheathed inside of your cunt. You clenched involuntarily, watching the smug smirk on his face disappear as a low moan slipped past his lips. You both stayed still, trying to adjust to the feeling of him inside of you. âYou're j-just as bad.â you choked out, hips growing restless as you waited for him to gain his composure and move. The hand Sanemi had used to guide himself in was now moving to grab the back of your leg. You watched him curiously, letting him move your body into whatever position he pleased. A whine slipped past your lips as he shifted his weight into his knees, the movement pulling him out a bit before quickly pushing back. He was silent, forehead creased in concentration as he got both of your legs up over his shoulders. Sanemi inhaled deeply âThis okay?â You nodded quickly, your body aching for some sort of relief as he purposely kept himself buried in you. âY-yeah but youâre driving me insane⌠Sanemi please moveâŚâ Tears pricked your eyes, moaning loudly as his hips drew back half way before slamming back in.Â
Sanemiâs eyes squeezed shut, groaning as his cock dragged along your walls. It took a few thrusts but Sanemi found his rhythm, your moans encouraging him, pairing well with the sound of your skin slapping together each time he buried himself balls deep. Your entire body jiggled with the force of his thrusts, your head tilting back as he fucked you in earnest, babbling sweet praises to you each time his hips drew back. You couldnât catch your breath, each thrust dragged across a particular spot, one that had you seeing stars. Your vision blurry as tears leaked down your cheeks, the pressure in your gut building but not enough to make you cum. Your hand shakily tried to move down, aiming to rub your clit and bring you to your climax but Sanemi stopped you. âN-not until I say soâŚâ he huffed out, sweat dripping down his temple as he pressed your legs further against your chest with his body. âIâll tell you w-whenâŚâ he groaned, your walls clamping down around him as you sobbed. He would be concerned if it werenât for the guttural moans falling out of you with each drag of his cock, you were nearly fucked stupid at this point and he was enjoying every second of it. âYou-Youâre so fucking hotâŚâ he grounded out, the throb in his dick only increased with each thrust, he needed to make sure he pulled out but the way your pussy clung to him was almost too much to fight against.Â
You responded with incoherent babbling, profanities and his name were the only intelligible words he could make out every so often. Sanemi switched his pace, rolling into you slowly until you were gasping for air, âS-Sanemi!â your hands gripped his shoulders, looking up at him with wide and desperate eyes. âHmm?â he smirked down at you, each roll of his hips had him bumping your clit. âF-fuckâŚâ he adored teasing you, the way your nails raked his skin as he tried to calm himself down. It was the only reason he changed his pace, he didnât want this to end just yet, edging himself and you until he was absolutely desperate. âYeah? Tell me how good I am, tell me how good I am at fucking you.â You choked, throat feeling dry as your restless hips tried to speed up his movements. âI donât think so, pretty girl.â Sanemi drew out of you all together, ignoring your pleading as he moved to place both of your legs on one shoulder. He hugged them together with one arm, effectively immobilizing your restless body. âIâm not giving you what you want until you tell meâŚâ He cooed softly, hand reaching down to wipe the tears leaking down your cheeks. You caught your breath, your cunt throbbing from the lack of contact when you had been so close to coming again.Â
âYouâre so meanâŚâ You hiccuped, acting as if he hadnât given you everything you had wanted thus far. âMean? Me?â he cooed softly, leaning over you a bit. âIâm sorry baby, but Iâm not doing anything until you tell me how good Iâm doing.â he repeated, tongue sticking out a bit as he smiled, biting down softly so you could see the underside of the tongue piercing. âY-Youâre doing goodâŚâ you whined, hands fidgeting as you couldnât figure out where to place them. âMmm? You can do better than that, tell me in detail.â The tip of his cock dragged along your folds, further driving you towards insanity at his sudden need to edge you. You squirmed, mouth feeling dry as you tried to conjure up a response that would please him. Your brain felt like mush though, face flooding with heat as you began to speak. Y-youâre fucking me so good, b-best Iâve ever hadâŚâ Sanemi smirked, his fingers thrumming along your calf. âKeep going, I know you have more to say.â His free hand was still dragging his cock through your folds, coating himself in your slick heat. âSanemi⌠come onâŚâ you whined, chest rising and falling rapidly each time he passed over your clit. You were sensitive enough that you were convinced you could cum just from that.Â
âAh Ah, Sanemi nothing. Tell me how good my cock feels, my tongue, my fingers. I know you have a lot to say, youâre just being stubborn.â His eyes scanned over your face, the urge to kiss you was clawing at the back of his mind but the position didnât allow him any room for that kind of movement. âFuck! Y-youâre gonna make me cum if youâŚâ Sanemiâs ears perked up, a smirk tugging at his lips as he continued to drag himself along your pussy. âYeah? Youâre gonna cum again just from this? All the more reason to tell me, baby.â You felt like you couldnât breath, your orgasm building and tingling in your gut as you struggled to form coherent thoughts. â...oodâŚgood⌠so fucking good your tongue is amazing. A-and your cock is-is better than I ever imagined it would be⌠so much betterâŚâ That caught his attention, swallowing thickly as he asked you to clarify. âThan you ever imagined? So⌠youâve imagined me fucking you before?â He seemed to turn breathless, mouth hanging open just a bit as he watched your face contort. You were going to cum just from this, it was driving him wild. âY-yes! Fuck I imagined you fucking me stupid all the t-timeâŚâ your hands fisted the sheets below you, pulling them taught as your walls clenched around nothing at all. âMoreâŚtell me moreâŚâ he needed to hear it.Â
âO-oh fuckâŚâ you were nearly there. âThose mornings⌠fuck those mornings where iâd find you in the kitchen sh-shirtless⌠you fucking teaseâŚâ Your head fell back, gasping for air before you continued. âA-all I could think about was y-you bending me over the fucking counter and fucking me stupidâŚâ Your orgasm was within reach, each sinful drag of his cock over your pulsating clit had you seeing stars. Your words seemed to do something to him, a loud moan ripping from your throat as he plunged back inside of you. Your orgasm rippled through you, walls twitching around him as you pathetically gripped him like a vice. It fizzled out far too soon, the lack of contact with your clit ending it almost prematurely. That didnât stop the pleasure coursing through your body as Sanemi started right out of the gate with a brutal pace. âS_san-emiâŚâ You wailed, nearly ripping his sheets as you tried to find some sort of stable grounding. âP-perfect⌠youâre so fucking perfect⌠with such a filthy fucking mind⌠Do you know how many times I got off thinking about you? Your beloved roommate is a pervâŚâ he huffed out a laugh, looking at you with lidded eyes. âBut it looks like my beloved roommate is just⌠as badâŚâ he groaned.Â
You wailed, eyes squeezing shut as his hips continued to ram his cock into you. His words did nothing but encourage your pleasure, the mild overstimulation had melted into pleasure. You could barely think straight but that didnât stop you from feeling the persistent twitch of his cock, he was going to cum soon. You clenched around him, trying to tease him back and push him towards the edge, sweat dripped down his temple as he looked at you. âNaughty girl⌠you want meâŚmy cum hmm?â his voice was hoarse, the strength in his teasing was dying out as his own release built. You nodded shamelessly, âp-please SanemiâŚNemi pleaseâŚâ The quiet nickname nearly did him in, hips stuttering for a moment before he found his pace again. âYou want my cum? You want me to fill you up? Stuff you fullâŚâ the desire to spill inside of you was all too tempting, regardless of the potential consequences for doing so. He wouldnât let himself get caught up in that daydream just yet, not when you were so pliant, not when you were so easily letting him have you however he pleased. His grip on your legs tightened, keeping you positioned with them both over one of his shoulders. This angle allowed him to watch the way your thigh and ass jiggled with the impact of each thrust.Â
âY-yesâŚyesâŚfuck⌠please.â you babbled out, drool nearly slipping past the corner of your lip. Sanemi knew he was done for, the way you were looking at him was enough to make him melt. Heâd never be able to deny you of anything you wanted, especially when you were looking at him like that. Caught up in his own emotions, his hips stuttered into a halt as his orgasm ripped through him. He moaned, completely unrestrained as his head fell forward with his eyes squeezed shut. His release spurted into you, making you whine as he pathetically thrusted into you with a shaky roll of his hips. The room fell silent, nothing but his panting mixed with your own, filling the quiet space. It took a few moments before either of you were ready to speak, your body feeling a bit sore. âFuckâŚâ Sanemi huffed out a breathless laugh, pulling out of you slowly. He watched for a moment as his cum leaked out of your abused entrance. He had to force himself to look away, setting your legs down gently. âFuck.â you repeated him, a lazy grin on your face as you stretched, grimacing just a bit as you felt his release smear on your thighs.Â
Sanemi fell backwards, sprawling out on his mattress with one of his pillows beneath his head. You sat up, eyes shamelessly roaming over him and the content smile on his face. You thought about it for a moment before crawling over him. Sanemi watched you with an amused stare, your weight settling on him perfectly. Your thighs rested on either side of his hips, knees making the mattress dip as you laid forward and squished your chest to his. Your hands came up to hold his jaw, lazily kissing along his sweaty skin. Sanemi let you do as you pleased, hands coming down to hold your waist as you showered him in affection. âI meant every word IâŚtried to say.â you laughed softly, kissing his neck one last time before looking at him. âMmm, Iâm glad⌠I meant every word I said too, you know.â one hand left your waist to push your hair out of the way, the hair he had messed up while fucking you. It gave him satisfaction for some reason. You smiled, hands trialing from his face to his chest as you carefully pushed yourself into a sitting position. âDo you trust me, Sanemi?â That question had him looking at you with hesitation.Â
âWell, letâs see. You convinced me to fuck you with no condom, and you convinced me to creampie youâŚâ he laughed as you playfully hit his chest. âI also live with you, I donât lock my door at nightâŚso I thinkâŚâ he trailed off, fingers dancing along the skin on your thighs as he held you. â... I think itâs safe to say I do, in fact, trust you.â You laughed, rolling your eyes a bit âYouâre such a drama queen.â Sanemi smiled up at you, the moonlight hitting you perfectly. Your smile seemed to shine, making his heart flutter. âMaybe I am, but I gave you my answer. Itâs only right if you tell me why you asked.â Your fingers traced shapes on his chest as you looked at him through your lashes. âWell⌠Iâm in the mood for more.â  You started tentatively, gauging his reaction as you spoke. You nearly shivered at the way his eyes changed, quickly adapting a more sultry look. âThat so? Youâre still hungry for more?â his heart could explode on the spot, his dick immediately twitching to life again. âYeah, I donât know if Iâll ever be able to get enough of you.â That statement alone had Sanemiâs cheeks turning a shade of red. âI can easily say the same.â You laugh softly, feeling him twitch against the swell of your ass.Â
Your fingers continued to trace shapes along his chest, trailing down to his stomach and back up again. You counted the scars as you went, toned muscle flexing as you seemed to hit a ticklish spot. You kept him waiting, his hands holding your hips tightly as he waited for you to do something. âThis is going to be my payback, isnât it.â He laughed softly as you smiled, looking up at him with a mischievous look in your eyes. âOf course it is⌠youâll comply, right?â of course he would, you could ask him to run naked through the street right now and heâd likely do it just to see you smile. âKiss me.â it came out as a whisper, the look in his eyes pleading you to do it. You melted, leaning forward to kiss him slowly. It was different from any kiss you had shared that night, it was soft and sensual, as if you would devour the other whole. You began to laugh as the ball of his tongue ring clinked against your tooth. Sanemi erupted into a fit of giggles, the sound vibrating his chest. âThatâs the first time that's ever happened.â You smiled, placing a chaste kiss on his lips before speaking. âOh? Glad I could be your first something.â Sanemiâs head tilted against the pillow, âYouâve been a couple of firsts for me already.â he teased with a gentle grin.Â
That piqued your interest, pushing up gently until you were sitting again. His cock was still standing proudly, twitching slightly against your ass. âPlease indulge me.â Sanemi laughed, hands sliding up and down your thighs slowly. âYouâre the first person to make me dance at a club, the first person to give me road head, the first girl I ever fucked raw and came inâŚâ he laughed as you slapped his chest again âYou asked!â he squeezed your thighs a bit, eyes lighting up as you laughed with him. You leaned forward again, kissing him deeply for the umpteenth time. This time it was a little different, one of your hands planted firmly to Sanemiâs chest as you used the other to reach behind and grab him. He gasped into the kiss, allowing you to swallow it whole as you positioned him right at your entrance. You settled back slowly, engulfing him in wet heat. You felt different to him this time, your arousal mixed with his cum making you feel even wetter than before. His nails raked your thighs as you sat down fully, chest heaving as you adjusted to him being inside of you again. You both stared at each other in silence, your hips rolling slowly. You indulge yourself for a minute, squirming as your clit dragged along his pubic bone with each slow roll of your hips. Sanemi watched you, completely entranced by your body.
âThis time aroundâŚâ you stopped rolling your hips, hands splaying across his abdomen as you gauged how much you could move. â...youâre going to tell me how good Iâm fucking you.â with your knees digging into the mattress, you could lift your hips about half way before dropping them down again. You were satisfied with that for the time being, smiling sweetly at Sanemi as you tried to find your rhythm. He watched you closely, mouth parted slightly as you began to properly bounce on him. You couldnât help but feel warm as his eyes shamelessly drank in the sight of your body, eyes glued to the way your breasts bounced with each drop, the way his cock disappeared and reappeared between your thighs. He wasnât used to being at someoneâs mercy, but he rather enjoyed watching you have your fun. You continued to bounce, leaning forward a bit to dip your head down and lick up his stomach. A strangled noise slipped past Sanemiâs lips as your tongue ran up his abs and towards his chest. Nobody had ever done that to him before, the look alone was enough to make his head spin. You didnât stop there, licking your way to his chest and gliding your tongue over one nipple. All the while, your hips were still moving up and down his length. You trailed your tongue over his nipple again, enjoying the way his grip on you tightened, a shaky breath escaping him. You wanted to hear more.
You looked up at him, your lashes making your view a little blurry. But it was still enough for you to enjoy the steadily growing flush on Sanemiâs face, the way it crept up to his ears and down to his chest, not quite reaching where your tongue was circling. You could feel his heart pounding under your hand, lips suctioning to his nipple and sucking gently. Another strangled noise escaped him, a mix between a moan and a whine, it only made him flush further. Still, you ached to hear more. Your hips had grown a bit restless, your mind focused on his chest more than the drive of your hips. You tried to recenter, hips moving rhythmically again as you bit down on his nipple. Sanemi cried out, eyes squeezing shut as pleasure mixed with embarrassment. You were going to drive him crazy, the feeling of your lips suctioned to his chest had his heart nearly vibrating with the intensity it was beating. You pulled your lips away, suppressing a moan as you settled fully on him again. âSoâŚâ your fingers trialed over his nipple, slick with your saliva, you felt the urge to bite him harder. âSoâŚâ Sanemi choked out, a bit dazed by your actions. âHow am I doing so far?â At this point you were cockwarming him instead of riding him, just enough to edge him but not enough for him to come.Â
âReally goodâŚyouâre doing really goodâŚâ he swallowed, hips becoming a bit restless as they jerked a little beneath you. Grinning, you leaned down again, teeth sinking into the flesh of his pectoral as your hips lifted nearly all the way before slamming down on him. Sanemi moaned again, the sensations turning his brain back into mush as you lapped at the teeth marks you left around his nipple. You repeated this process with the nipple you had neglected thus far, moaning softly as you rolled your hips. You were going to drive him insane, your version of teasing was far crueler than his. Yet he loved every minute of it, completely lost in the way you were edging him. When you were satisfied with your markings, you shifted your full attention back to riding him, pulling off all together despite his complaints as you repositioned yourself. âItâll be worth itâŚâ you crooned, ignoring the strain in your thighs as you planted your feet firmly on either side of his hips. The best part, Sanemi was completely pliant, letting you do as you pleased with a flushed face and lazy grin. But you could tell, he was waiting for you to go too far, tease him for too long, then heâd take over. You really wanted to see what his limits were, albeit you figured you would have plenty of time after tonight to figure that out. But, you had waited too long to not try and indulge in everything now.Â
You sunk back down on him, watching Sanemiâs head fall back as you took half of him. Once again, you began to bounce until you found a good rhythm. Even though your thighs burned a bit with the effort, your new position allowed you much more control over your movements. âFuckingâŚshitâŚoh fuck~â You whined just as loud as Sanemiâs words, your whole body feeling warm as you rode him with more fervor. The slick sounds emitting from your needy cunt had you whining, eyes wanting to squeeze shut but unable to. You didnât want to miss a single second of the way Sanemiâs face contorted in pleasure. He was way more sensitive, a third orgasm in such a short time frame may be pushing him beyond his limits but god dammit you were too perfect to stop. His eyes seemed to gloss over, hands pathetically grasping at your legs as his hips bucked up unceremoniously to meet yours. âT-tell meâŚâ You gasped out, hands falling behind you to brace yourself on his knees. âGood! Fuck youâre so per-ah-perfect.â He was turning scarlet, embarrassed by the noises you were getting out of him. âG-goodâŚsuch a good boyâŚâ you crooned, body aching with effort as you continued to fuck your self on him. Sanemiâs mind seemed to blank the moment you uttered good boy.Â
Any ounce of self restraint he had flew straight out the window. Sanemiâs hips jutted upwards, earning a yelp in response as you tried to regain your balance. It didnât work though, you went from leaning backwards to falling against his chest within seconds. âS-sanemiâŚâ you choked out as his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you in place as his feet found stable ground in the mattress below him. This new position left you completely at his mercy, his hips pistoning into you with new vigor. The noises you made nearly sounded animalistic, your skin recoiling with each upwards thrust of his hips. âY-youâŚthis was supposed to beâŚâ you nearly wailed, your orgasm coming out of nowhere as you sprayed warm liquid all over his dick. It dripped slowly to the mattress below, effectively ruining his bedding. Not that Sanemi cared though, if anything it made him work harder. âYeah⌠your turn⌠Iâll g-give you another chance some other time.â His jaw was clenched, your body was nearly limp against his as he continued to rut into you. It didnât take that much longer, Sanemi thrusts grew erratic as he reached his third and final peak. He came inside again, no longer caring about the consequences when his bones felt like jelly.Â
He fully relaxed a moment later, breathing heavy and unable to move. You couldnât even find the strength to lift your head, listening intently to Sanemiâs heartbeat slowly return to normal. You stayed in that position for a while, shivering as his softened cock slipped out of you, the steady leak of his cum following it. âSoâŚâ Sanemi spoke softly, eyes feeling heavy. He couldnât recall the last time he had felt this content. âSoâŚâ you repeated, carefully lifting your head. You had moved to get off of him, despite his protests. You settled next to him, your front pressed snuggly to his side, his arm wrapping around your shoulder to hold you close. âWe need to clean up.â he muttered softly, not only did the two of you need to clean yourselves, you needed to change his bedding. âYeah, we do, but I canât really feel my legs right now.â You laughed, hand resting on his chest to trace the scars that were there. Sanemi snorted, his hand playing with your hair while his arm still rested on your shoulders. âWe can worry about it in a little bit.â he teased softly, heart feeling as light as air with you next to him. âDid this⌠make-up for your shitty experience last night?â You chewed on your lower lip, now was a better time than any to reveal your secret.Â
âUgh donât remind me.â he cringed a bit, thinking back on the entire thing. âWell⌠I do have something to confessâŚâ you started lightly, only a little worried about how heâd react. Though, it seemed Sanemi was already a step ahead of you. âYou were awake, werenât you?â he didnât sound mad, rather he sounded curious. âI was.â you sounded a bit sheepish, continuing carefully. âI heard the whole ordeal and⌠well⌠I heard you moan my name.â You squeezed your eyes shut, even though you didnât think he would react poorly, you were still bracing yourself for anger. âYou did, huh?â Sanemi is chuckling, his hand still playing with your hair. âIs that why you had the courage to make a move?â It seems he knew you better than you thought. âYeah, actually. It was the only reason I felt confident enough going for you⌠I was so scared of ruining this.â Your confession had his cheeks turning pink, a gentle smile creeping up his features. âI guess I canât be too mad, especially since it led you right into my armsâŚfinally.â he added softly, he wasnât used to all this mushy stuff but with you he couldnât seem to help it. âSo, you feel the same then?â you were positive you had feelings for him, but you worried it was too soon to go on and confess you loved him. Even though it was the honest truth.Â
âIf that feeling is love⌠then yes. Itâs going to sound incredibly cliche, but Iâve been in love with you since the moment I laid eyes on you. Those feelings only intensified the more I got to know you.â You looked up at him, finding a bit more strength in your limbs as you moved to kiss his cheek. âIâŚI love you too. Itâs super cliche but I havenât been able to stop thinking about you, youâve been a thought on my mind since we met up for the first time to see if weâd be a good fit to live together.â you confessed with a grin, eyes sparkling in the moonlight that filled his room. âSo we've been dancing around each other since the end of August for no reason.â Sanemi laughed in disbelief, you joined him. âI guess so.â You laughed as well, thighs shifting and making you cringe a bit. âWe really need to clean upâŚâ you could feel the sticky remnants beginning to dry. âWe do.â He sounded a bit sad as he let you go, allowing you to get up and off the bed. He followed you, holding back a laugh when he realized how fucked up his comforter got. âGo take a shower, Iâll take care of this.â You pouted a bit, face warm when you looked at the damage. âWill you join me after?â You truly had no energy for anything else, but the idea of showering alone just felt so lonely. Sanemi laughed, pulling you close to place a kiss on top of your head. âYeah, Iâll join you.â he let you go a moment later, watching as you walked out of the door and headed for the bathroom.Â
Now that he was alone, he couldnât help the grin that stretched across his face. He was so happy he could start skipping, he had never been so happy to strip his bed. The comforter would need to be washed, so would his sheets, but luckily his mattress was unharmed. That being said, he wasnât in any mood to go to the basement and do a load of laundry. âHer bed it is.â he muttered to himself, thankful that your bed was still clean and untouched. Laundry could wait for the morning, for now, you were waiting for him in the shower. You had only been standing under the warm water for a few minutes before Sanemi joined you. Neither of you had the energy to do anything other than bathe, though it was far more intimate than anything you had done that night. He was gentle with you, taking all the time he could to bathe your body. He even washed your hair for you, scrubbing your scalp with care. You returned the favor, enjoying every minute of washing his body, enjoying the way his muscles flexed. âYouâre ticklish, aren't you.â he couldnât deny it if he wanted to. You two stayed in the shower until the water began to turn cold. You stood in front of the mirror, towel wrapped around you as you began brushing your teeth, it was close to one in the morning at this point. Sanemi fell into rhythm beside you, brushing his teeth and while watching you in the mirror. You winked at him, putting your toothbrush away and laughing as he blushed.Â
Sanemi had told you the plan before getting out of the shower, so you entered your room to find something to put on. Sanemi joined you again a few minutes later, dressed in nothing but a pair of boxers. âI promise this is how I typically sleep.â He laughed when you eyed in with your eyebrow cocked. You had put on an oversized tshirt and panties, no bra or anything else. You settled into bed together, curling up beside Sanemi immediately. âThere is one other thing we havenât discussed.â You started softly, head resting on his chest as you closed your eyes. âYeah? What is it?â His hand had returned to your hair, playing with slightly damp locks. âWhat are we? Now, I mean.â You were giving him the option, allowing him to choose whatever he felt most comfortable with. âWell, if youâd let me⌠Iâd love for you to be my girlfriend.â You were thankful the room was dark and that your face was on his chest so he couldnât see the way you smiled. âI would love nothing more than to call you my boyfriend.â You tried to sound calm but the giddiness in your tone gave it away. âConsider it done then, pretty girl.â You laughed now, arm slinging over his waist to hold him close. âGood night, lover boy.â Sanemiâs laughter rumbled in his chest, quietly he uttered âGood night, prettyâ
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A month and a half later, your shared apartment looked a bit different. You had sold your bed frame and mattress after a few weeks of sleeping only in Sanemiâs bed. You figured the items were just taking up space and there was probably some college student itching to get their hands on a good deal. Plus⌠who doesnât like a little bit of pocket money. So you listed them as a set and itâs no shock that they sold within a day. Sanemi had been lovingly pestering you to turn the space into a gym/office. âThere is no way weâre getting gym equipment all the way up here! There is a damn community gym on the ground floor.â Sanemi had only pouted, saying he didnât want all the fancy stuff. Just some weights and maybe a pull up bar so he could work out while you studied. âYou just want new ways to seduce me.â His laugh told you that you werenât too far off with your statement. In the end, you gave in. Since youâd be living here the whole year, even during break, it was only right to make the place your own.Â
This time, as a couple opposed to roommates.Â
You ended up finishing your room makeover just in time for finals. The t wo of you spent the week leading up to your exams in that room, stud ying⌠for the most part. Regardless, the most dreaded time of year came and went and you both ended your semester with passed exams and passed classes. Now, you can enjoy your winter break in peace. âAre you sure they wonât be upset?â Your cheeks puffed out as you pulled the zipper closed on your suitcase. âOf course not, Ma will love having another mouth to feed. Itâs her biggest form of love really. Plus my siblings have been dying to meet you.â Your heart fluttered a bit, youâd only talked to and seen Sanemiâs family through his own texts and pictures. You had gotten to know Genya a bit over the few times Sanemi facetimed him. As for the other siblings, you were still trying to get their names and faces down pat. You often found yourself silently repeating âGenya, Sumi, Hiroshi, Tekio, Koto, and Shuya.â his motherâs name was Shizu, which you had already committed to memory.Â
âI really donât want to be any trouble.â You added softly, still a bit worried about going to meet his family. Sanemi stopped looking through his things, looking up at you with a sad smile. âYou wonât be any trouble at all, I mean it. My Ma even yelled at me over the phone! She said if I didnât bring you home with me then sheâll never let me hear the end of it. Sheâs even more excited to meet you than my siblings are.â He crossed the room, wrapping you in a tight hug. âIt seems like a lot of pressureâŚâ he added softly, pressing his cheek to the top of your head. âBut you have nothing to worry about, theyâll love you, just as much as I do.â You laughed a bit, mumbling out an âI love you tooâ against his chest. When you pulled away, he was a bit surprised to see tears in your eyes. âHeyâŚâ he whispered softly, smiling as he used his thumb to wipe them away. âI promise you, theyâll love you.â His constant affirmations made your heart pound. âI trust you.â He kissed your forehead, letting you go just a bit reluctantly. âDo you have everything you need?â Luckily his family lived kinda close. It would only take three hours by train to get there. His mother would be waiting to pick the two of you up from the station.
âI do, do you?â you raised an eyebrow as he closed up the fairly empty suitcase. âYeah, itâs my home we're going too.â he chuckled as he placed it on the floor âmost of my stuff is still there.â You did the same, pulling up the handle so you could wheel it. âI guess that's trueâŚâ you were excited to see his family home, it would give you even more insight on the man you loved. You would be staying with them for two weeks and then returning. By then the holidays would be over and youâd get to start preparing for the spring semester. Then, youâd figure out if youâd renew the lease or look for somewhere else to stay. It seemed rather daunting but it was still months away, nothing to worry about now other than making a good impression. Sanemi lets you go ahead of him, flicking off the lights to your shared room before following you to the door. Your backpack was slung over one shoulder, your keys in the hand that was wheeling your suitcase behind you. âWeâre still catching a taxi right?â Neither of you wanted to pay to keep your car at the train station for the next two weeks. âYeah, Iâll pay for it.â He smiled when you scrunch your nose, you hated that he insisted on paying for everything himself.
Hell, he had even tried to pay the rent in full himself. By try, you mean he did. You nearly killed him when you found out he went ahead and paid for the next month in full. Regarding gifts, you had both decided to exchange them when you returned, it would just be easier than lugging them to and from. So, after Sanemi did one last check to make sure all lights were off, everything was unplugged and the stove wouldnât mysteriously ignite on its own, you were stepping into the hall and locking the door. You still had roughly five hours before encountering the rest of the Shinazugawa family, but that didnât ease the butterflies in your stomach as you pressed the button for the ground floor. âYou already look as if youâll faint.â Sanemi laughed, nudging you with his shoulder and watching you quickly catch your balance. You huffed out a laugh, rolling your eyes as you gripped the handle of your suitcase tightly. âYouâd feel the same if we were going to meet my family. Youâre just lucky they are a flight away.â Sanemi couldnât deny it, the very thought made his stomach turn as the elevator doors opened. âTouchĂŠâ.Â
The next thing you knew, you were boarding the train. âI texted my Ma and told her weâre on our way.â He seemed giddy, the grin on his face was that of an excited little kid. You couldnât help but smile as well, his excitement was contagious. âThat's good!â you took the window seat, hand immediately reaching for Sanemiâs once he put your backpack in the overhead storage. Catching the train now meant youâd get to Sanemiâs hometown around ten in the morning. Then you could crash in his room after the breakfast Sanemi had assured you his mother would make. âShe wonât be satisfied until weâve gained a few pounds.â The thought warmed your heart, you just prayed you made a good impression on such a wonderful lady. There was one thing you werenât aware of though, and it was the fact that Shizu practically knew you already. Simply because of how often Sanemi texted her gushing about you. Within three days of you two settling into your new relationship, he had excitedly texted her that he had a girlfriend. Shizu wasnât all that shocked when he told her it was his roommate, she could tell from the first time he ever spoke about you that he liked you. His mother could read him better than anyone.Â
This time, it was different than any of the girls he had ever brought home. Most of them only lasted a few weeks before breaking things off and moving on. When Shizu asked him why, he would say things just werenât clicking. But with you? It was something else entirely. She still thinks back on the phone call she received from Sanemi, shortly after meeting with you about the roommate request. âI finally found a good place with good rent, just out of my budget but this girl was looking for a roommate. I met with her a little while ago and sheâs super nice. She said she would gladly let me take the room because we clicked right away. Her name is y/n, Ma she's so pretty and kind. I mean I donât want to get ahead of myself but wowâŚâ Shizu had been smiling the whole time he spoke, congratulating him softly as he continued to go on about you. It wasnât until the two of you made things official that Sanemi actually sent her a picture of the two of you. He had been dying too for months now but he didnât want to cross your boundaries or make things weird. Shizu had to admit, you were prettier than she could have ever imagined. She had painted such a pretty picture of you in her head based on the way Sanemi spoke about you. But the picture he had sent had actually made her gasp.
It was candid, you must have been laughing at something he said but your eyes seemed to sparkle as you looked at him. Sanemi had already accumulated an entire album of candid shots of you, but you didnât know that. âEarth to Sanemi?â you waved your hand in front of his face, laughing softly as he blinked back into reality. âHuh?â the train had already begun to move, the world flying past the window at rapid speeds. âYou can lean on my shoulder if youâre that sleepy.â You laughed again, thumb brushing along his scarred knuckles. âNo, no Iâm fine. I was just thinking.â He confessed softly, cheeks turning a shade of pink as he looked at you. You noticed that look in his eyes, when his pupils seem to swallow the pale purple of his irises. âYouâre daydreaming about me, huh?â you had a cheeky grin on your face as he groaned, he still couldnât understand how you always caught him. âI was right, wasn't I?â you laughed softly, playing with his fingers as he nodded lamely. âYouâre always on my mind, what can I say?âÂ
You look away, making a fake gagging noise, Sanemiâs laughter reaching your ears as you turn to look at him again. âYouâre such a sap.â You laughed, settling your head against his shoulder. âItâs all your fault.â He muttered softly, embarrassed just a bit by how soft you turned him. When it came to you, he could melt into a pile of mush over something as simple as you laughing at what he said. âI guess youâre right, I canât help the fact that Iâm so loveable.â You yawn, eyes scanning the surroundings that fly past. You could feel Sanemiâs shoulder shake as he laughed, a smile tugging on your face. Silence fell over the two of you as the train barreled towards your destination, it took him a minute to realize you had fallen asleep. âI guess you were running off of nerves.â He laughs softly, opening his phone camera to snap a photo of your cheek squished into his shoulder. He saved it to his album, smiling as he scrolled through the photos before quickly closing it and putting in one ear bud. âLooks like Iâll have a lot of time to myself.â He had a funny feeling you wouldnât be waking up any time soon.Â
His assumption was correct, he was gently shaking you awake as the train approached the station. âWeâre here.â He smiled down at you, at some point he had managed to shift your head from his shoulder down to his lap. You blinked awake, eyes scanning your surroundings as you tried to recall what was even going on. âYou can sleep more once we get to my home, but for now, weâre about to stop.â Sanemiâs voice is soft, watching as realization dawns on your features and you go from lying down to sitting straight up in the blink of an eye. âW-weâre here?â You practically squeaked, the nervous butterflies turning into a frenzy as you realized within the next ten minutes youâd be meeting Sanemiâs mother. âOh my god! Why did you let me fall asleep! I had no time to mentally prepare!â Your hands came up to hide your face, trying to collect yourself as you inhaled deeply. Sanemi just watched you with a smile, finding your nerves to be amusing. âYouâre going to be perfectly fine, I swear.â The train finally stopped all together, jerking you slightly as the conductor came over the intercom to announce the stop and the doors opened at the end of each train car. âCâmon, just rip the bandaid.âÂ
âEasier said than doneâŚâ You stood up, immediately feeling weighed down by dread as Sanemi pulled your backpack from the overhead storage and gave it to you. âYouâll be fine, youâll be laughing at yourself in less than fifteen minutes when you realize how much you overreacted.â You wanted to believe he was right, but naturally your nerves wouldn't settle until you had met his family and settled in for the two week stay. You reached for his hand, squeezing it tightly as he led you off the train with the rest of the passengers getting off at this stop. âWait here and Iâll grab the suitcases.â You nodded, hand gripping the strap of your backpack as you tried to replicate the grounded comfort Sanemiâs hand offered you. Within two minutes he was strolling back to you, both suitcases wheeling behind him.âHere we are.â He gave the handle of yours to you, sighing softly as your hand reached for it shakily. âIâm gonna call my Ma real quick to let her know weâre here. Iâm sure she is too but I donât know where she could have parked.â You nodded, unable to formulate words as the dreaded anticipation built. It was no shock when you heard her pick up after one ring, her voice reaching your ears even over the bustling station.Â
Sanemi clicked his phone off a moment later. âSheâs waiting out front.â He smiled at you, shoving his phone in his pocket so he could hold your hand. âIâm not even going to ask if youâre ready cause I know youâll say no.â He teased you softly, pulling you along as you followed behind him just a step. Your eyes scanned the station around you, noting how many people seemed to be swamped with holiday gifts they were bringing to family. The holidays were a dreaded time to travel, you typically tried to avoid it, but you could make an exception for this. Especially when you had a boyfriend like Sanemi with you. The cold air outside hit you like a freight train, your hand squeezing Sanemi a little tighter as the train station crowd didnât seem to disperse after exiting the building. Sanemi stopped for a moment, eyes scanning the curb until he spotted a familiar SUV, a car he deemed way too big for his short mom. But with all of his siblings, a car that size was necessary. âThere she is.â He didnât let go of your hand, rather he let his suitcase go for a moment so he could wave to her. That small detail made your heart flutter a bit, for a reason other than your panicked nerves.Â
Your throat seemed to go dry as the car door opened and a small woman jumped out of the car. âSanemi! Y/N!â she called with a bright smile as the two of you walked towards her. âMa! How are you?â Sanemi smiled, you let go of his hand so he could hug his mom. âItâs lovely to finally meet you, Miss Shinazugawa.â You used both hands to clutch your suitcase now, waiting for her to let go of her son. âPlease, call me Shizu, dear.â She beamed at you, leaving Sanemi to pull you into a tight hug. You jumped a bit but welcomed the embrace, motherly love was always comforting. âOh, alright.â You smiled softly, your nerves melting just a bit as you hugged her back. âItâs freezing, let's get your stuff in the car and get you two home.â Shizu pulled away, hands coming up to hold your face with a gentle smile. Sanemi took the initiative, taking your things and putting them in the trunk, his mother opened the back door for you to get in before rounding the car and getting back in the driver seat. A moment later Sanemi was joining you in the back. âAway we go.â Shizu smiled, glancing at the two of you in the rear view mirror before pulling away from the curb and out to the street.Â
âI must prepare you two now, the kids are ecstatic to see the two of you. So please, y/n-dear, donât be afraid to say youâre overwhelmed.â She laughed softly, you nodded a bit as Sanemiâs hand found your own. âIâll try and be your human shield.â He laughed, âIâm sure Genya will be one too, heâs good at picking up on emotions and such, heâs also great at handling the little gremlins.â It was comforting to know that they thought far ahead for you, making it apparent they wouldnât take any offense if you truly got overwhelmed. âThank you, Iâll keep that in mind but Iâm sure I'll be okay. Thank you for welcoming me so kindly, Shizu.â Her name still felt a bit awkward on your tongue but you felt rude to call her by anything else. âOf course dear, Iâm very happy to have you here. Itâs not often at all that Sanemi even brings home friends, nevermind such a beautiful girl like you.â Sanemi made a strangled noise of embarrassment as you laughed. âIâm not surprised, heâs never brought any friends back to our apartment.â You teased him, watching as his mouth dropped âHey! Neither do you.â You shrug âI guess youâre right.âÂ
Shizu was smiling, glancing back at the two of you in the mirror every so often. âSo, what happened that the two of you finally realized your feelings for one another?â A question like that had you and Sanemi growing warm, glancing at each other quickly. âOh, uhm⌠wellâŚâ Your face was burning by now, memories of that night flashing through your mind. âM-Ma a question like that is a bit much.â Sanemi didnât sound upset, rather he sounded flustered. That gave away more than needed, making Shizu laugh in response. âOh, I see.â her tone had your eyes squeezing shut, embarrassment forcing a laugh out of you. âIâm not one to judge, ya know. Regardless of how it happened⌠though I think I get whatâs being implied, clearly your feelings for one another go a lot farther than physical.â Sanemi groaned out another âmaâ before Shizu began to laugh. âYouâre both adults, Sanemi, Iâd be foolish to think you two havenât gone a lot further.â This time you couldnât help but look at Sanemi and laugh, his motherâs innocence and honesty was comforting. âYeah, okay Ma we get it.â Sanemiâs ears were burning red, the smile on your face only making it worse because you clearly found this all to be amusing.Â
The rest of the car ride continued with easy going banter, before you knew it Shizu was pulling into the driveway of the Shinazugawa family home. âFeeling better?â Sanemi whispered to you softly as his mom got out of the car to pop the trunk. âYeah, but Iâll feel even better after we get this over with.â You chuckled nervously, seeing one of his siblings peek through the front window before disappearing again. Sanemi kissed your cheek before getting out of the car, you did the same, helping Shizu with your bags as you moved up the driveway. As expected, your introduction to his six little siblings was nothing short of a whirlwind. Though you couldnât lie, you enjoyed getting to know them over the dinner the mother made. Genya had been the easiest to talk to due to his age, but before you knew it, the youngest of the Shinazugawa siblings was sleeping soundly with his head on your shoulder as you watched a movie with them all. Sanemi sat beside you on the couch, watching his siblings fondly as they talked to you rather than watch the movie. You answered each question with such patience, your hand open because Koto had fallen asleep holding it. Shizu had joked that he was trying to steal his big brotherâs girlfriend.Â
It was just past midnight when Genya took Koto from you, the other siblings had gone up to bed a few minutes prior. âIt was really nice meeting you, y/n.â Geyna smiled, cheeks rosy because he still got a bit nervous around girls according to Sanemi. âIt was lovely meeting you too, Genya. Iâm happy to spend the holidays with you all.â Genya turned bright red, earning a laugh from Sanemi as he bid the two of you goodnight and carried Koto to his room. âWell, itâs been an eventful day, do you wanna go to bed?â Sanemi smiled, his arm slinging over your shoulder now that Koto wasnât hogging you. âIâm beyond tired, so yeah, sleep sounds amazing.â You laugh, snuggling closer to him. It was honestly the opposite of getting up, instead you both settled further into the couch with the tv droning on in front of you. It didnât take long before your hands wandered, your legs moving to drape over Sanemiâs as he turned to kiss you. The arm he had slung over your shoulder moved to rest behind your head, holding you in place as he deepened the kiss. You allowed him, of course, feeling mildly inappropriate for doing such a thing on the couch in the living room of his familyâs home.Â
You pulled away the moment his hand gripped your thigh, chest heaving. âN-not here. What if one of your siblings or your mother walks down here?â Your voice is barely above a whisper, noticing the way the light from the tv still manages to reflect off of the ball of his piercing. âYouâre right⌠but my bedroom wall is shared with another one of my siblings⌠this is really the only place we can be a bit loudâŚâ he groans, getting off of you just a bit so he can look at you better. âI-Iâd rather try and be quiet than get caught in the act.â You would be booking yourself a train ticket home if one of his little siblings saw you two being intimate. âAlright fine, but you better be quiet.â Sanemi smirks at you as he gets up, âoh thatâs a bold statement coming from you.â You snorted, getting up and turning the TV off before following him upstairs to his room. You had seen it already since you took some time after dinner to unpack your clothes and put them in Sanemiâs dresser. There was nothing for you to investigate as you stepped inside, shutting and locking the door with a soft click as Sanemi flicked on his bedside lamp. âGenya usually sleeps with a noise machine, so as long as we put some background noise on tooâŚâÂ
Sanemi was already pulling his shirt over his head as he spoke, watching as you sauntered to the dresser to find something to sleep in⌠or rather, you were looking for something to put on in the morning. âBackground noise? Donât tell me youâre going to put on music, that makes it all the more obvious.â You laugh softly, pulling your shirt over your head and shamelessly unclipping your bra, no need for extra distractions. âNo, not music butâŚâ Suddenly white noise was blasting through a small speaker and you found yourself bursting into a fit of laughter. âHow sexyâ you choked, dropping your pants and underwear at the same time. âOh I know. My best work yet.â He was standing, making his way over to you as he pushed his sweats down. Your eyes flickered lower, smirking when you realized he was already hard. âYouâre relentless.â you breathe out, his hands clinging to your waist as he presses you to the dresser, kissing you deeply. Sanemi smiles against your lips, stepping out of his pants and boxers that have pooled at his feet. âYou know you love it.â Hoarse, just above a whisper despite the blaring white noise filling the room. You donât bother answering, rather you push him gently so you can drop to your knees below him.Â
Your hand gingerly grabs his base, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip as he braces himself on the dresser. âFuckâŚâ He chokes out, eyes flickering up to the mirror before him, mildly upset he canât see past his waist. Just your head is visible as you begin to lick along his shaft. âRemember you have to keep quiet.â You shoot him a wink before enveloping the head of his cock, watching his head fall forward as he chokes on his own moans. You let your jaw go slack, taking half of him before pulling away, using the saliva that wet him as a lubricant. You pumped him steadily, running your tongue along his slit, collecting the salty precum that oozed from it. You had gotten to know him well enough over the last month and a half to know exactly what he enjoyed. Naturally that meant it didnât take all that long before he was grabbing your hair a bit harshly and tugging you off of him, cheeks flushed red as he tried to calm down. âN-not yet.â he sighed, moving towards the bed and motioning for you to follow. âSit down.â he commanded you gently, watching you crawl onto the bed and lay flat instead. He chuckled a bit before opening his bedside drawer. âI know we said we wouldnât exchange any gifts until we got home, but I bought something with meâŚâ You sat up now, eyes narrowing as he pulled out a small pouch.Â
âWhat the fuck.â you laughed, catching the small velvet pouch and opening it carefully. Inside was a pill shaped tongue ring, immediately you understood. Your face grew warm, mouth hanging open slightly as you plucked it out. âNo you fucking didnâtâŚâ You took it out of the even smaller plastic bag and twisted it until it began to vibrate. âSanemi oh my fuckingââ You instantly turned it off, looking at him utterly flabbergasted. âOh I fucking did.â He pulled it out of your hand, moving over to the dresser so he could use the mirror and take out his current tongue ring to replace it with the vibrating one. âYouâre evil.â you groaned, body reacting tenfold to the idea of what was to come. He could only huff out a laugh as he stuck his tongue out, twisting the vibrating stud into place. âYouâll have to be very quiet.â He smirked, wiping the saliva off of his fingers. âYou planned thisâŚâ You couldnât believe it, not even as he crawled onto the mattress and pressed you backward until your head hit the pillows. âOh of course I did, think of it as a reward for doing so well today, Iâm proud of you, you know.â Your brows furrowed. âI appreciate it but this is such a strange time to get sentimental.â You watched his shoulders shake as he laughed, head burying in your neck to kiss it softly. He wouldnât leave any hickeys in plain sight, at least not while you were staying here.Â
âCanât help it.â He muttered between each kiss he placed, not getting rougher until he hit your chest. Your hands immediately grabbed his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he bit down on your breast. You had come to learn that you enjoyed the pain it brought, along with the satisfaction of his teeth indents remaining for a couple days. He lapped at the skin he bit, kissing it gently as he moved to flick your nipple with his tongue. Part of you was tempted to say foreplay wasnât needed, sucking him off as well as the revelation of his âpresentâ were enough to have you dripping for him. âYou know, we have to be careful because there is really no way to explain why we needed to immediately change your bedding after one night.â One hand moves up to thread itself through his hair while his tongue drags its way over to your other breast. Sanemi only hummed in agreement, debating whether or not he should turn the vibrating piercing on now while he teased you or let your anticipation build until the last second. In the end he decided to wait, you should get to experience it first hand where you wanted it most.Â
When he was satisfied with the markings he left on your chest, Sanemi placed another kiss on your lips before moving down to settle himself between your legs. You couldnât bring yourself to look down in fear of the noises you knew youâd make, so you kept your eyes trained on the ceiling, mentally preparing yourself for what was to come. Sanemiâs tongue lapped at your inner thighs, pleased to see your arousal had already managed to smear across them. âYouâre so excited, how cute.â It was so soft you barely heard it, but you still felt the need to find grounding in the sheets below you. You gripped them tightly, bracing yourself for the âfinal blowâ of sorts. He cleaned you gingerly before placing open mouth kisses over your folds, eyes trained on the rise and fall of your chest as his tongue just barely swept across your cunt. He repeated these motions a couple of times, until your thighs spread further in an attempt to give him more. âOkay, pretty girlâŚâ He gave you a slight warning before sticking his tongue out, twisting one end of the pill shaped tongue ring until it began to vibrate. Your breathing hitched at the sound, just audible enough to be heard through the white noise you had going.Â
Sanemi found the sensation to be a bit odd, his whole tongue felt like it was vibrating due to the small object. Though, it excited him at the same time, hands moving to hold your legs open as he carefully placed his mouth over your clit. His eyes remained locked on you as he pressed his tongue against your throbbing cunt. Your hand immediately smacked over your mouth as you gasped and moaned at the same time, the vibrations going straight through your body. When he didnât move his tongue, you began to squirm, hand pressing tightly to your mouth as muffled moans and whimpers clawed their way out of you. Sanemi waited until he felt like you were about to come before pulling his tongue away and eagerly lapping at the rest of your cunt, purposely avoiding your clit until you were getting wetter with each pass of his tongue over your entrance. Your hand never let go of the sheets, nor did your other hand ever leave your mouth. Your thighs trembled at certain points with the effort of trying to close but Sanemiâs grip alone proved to be stronger than your trembling effort. It wasnât until tears were leaking down your cheeks, your head tossed back as your moans grew louder even behind the muffling of your hand, that Sanemi gave in and paid more attention to your clit.Â
âI-Iâm gonna⌠f-fuck.â You repeated the last word over and over, the build up in your gut growing almost too intense to handle as he pressed the pill shaped piercing directly on your clit and kept it in place. The vibrations paired with the wet warmth of his mouth proved to be a lethal combination. You nearly reached for the pillow behind you to muffle the loud sobs that wracked your body as you came on his tongue. Sanemi didnât move away immediately, holding it in place still as the overstimulation grew to be almost painful. You began to sob, begging him in a voice just above a whisper to ease up but he didnât. Your legs trembled, unable to fight against him considering he was far more stable than you were right now. After an agonizing few seconds, the overstimulation turned to pleasure again, your cunt twitching violently as a second orgasm arrived from the shockwaves of your first. You swore louder than you should have, stars spotting your vision as you came hard for the second time. âS-Sanemi please Iâm fucking serious y-youâŚâ But you couldnât finish the sentence, not when he started wiggling his tongue before moving it away to lap up all the juices you had spilled.Â
The piercing was still vibrating as Sanemiâs tongue licked along your cunt, giving your clit a break as he teased you in other areas. You were breathing heavily as he used two fingers to spread you open, making it more accessible to push his tongue inside of you. While it couldnât reach nearly as deep as his dick, the vibrations were making up for it. Your jaw immediately clenched, struggling desperately to keep the noises down as he began tongue fucking you. Your vision was growing blurry from the way your eyes began to water, Sanemiâs name leaving your lips in a quiet mantra as you forced yourself to remain quiet when you really wanted to scream. Yet the idea of being caught seemed to egg Sanemi on, his mouth was relentless as he ate you out like it was his last meal. As if he was trying to break you, make you scream and wake up the whole house. You began to squirm further as two fingers slipped in along with his tongue, the feeling itself was utterly indescribable. Calloused fingers ran along your heated walls, scissoring and pumping until they brought out wave after wave of your arousal with them. You had barely noticed the fact that Sanemis tongue had pulled away all together, watching in fascination as arousal pooled below you on his bedding. So much for keeping it clean⌠he found it satisfying.Â
 The realization that his mouth wasnât on you didnât hit you until it had returned to your clit, your back arching off the mattress momentarily as he flicked his tongue over your sensitive clit. His fingers pumped endlessly, his tongue working in rhythm until you were slapping both hands over your mouth in effort to keep quiet as you came for a third time. Your body had gone completely stiff, back arching and your head tossed back as warm liquid gushed from between your thighs, only encouraged by Sanemiâs fingers. This time, Sanemi pulled away all together to give you a minute to come down. His fingers fumbled for a moment as he tried to turn off the small vibrating piercing, admiring the mess you had made on his bed. By the time your vision had returned to normal, you were looking up at Sanemi with lidded eyes. âYouâre so evil.â Your voice is hoarse, hands shaking a bit as you push yourself up to see the damage. âFuckâŚâ Sanemi didnât seem bothered at all, rather he was leaning down to crash his lips against yours, forcing you to taste your own arousal on his tongue. You moved closer, immediately drawn back into whatever trance he always managed to pull you into.Â
âHow do you want me?â Sanemi sounded breathless as he pulled away, smiling down at you. âLike this pleaseâŚâ You turned away, positioning yourself shamelessly on your hands and knees for him. Sanemi groaned softly, heâd never get tired of seeing you like this, with nothing to hide or be ashamed of because it was just him. His hand immediately found his dick, pumping himself carefully to spread his precum, still a bit sensitive from the orgasm he had denied himself of early. His other hand came down to grip one side of your ass, kneading the flesh roughly. You whined loudly as the dull head of his cock pressed into you, your cunt welcoming him greedily with how wet he had made you. You chose this position strategically, pillows and his mattress were at your disposal to muffle your noises. Sanemi took his time, pushing inside of you inch by inch until your ass met his abdomen. It still took you a second to adjust, his head pressing tightly to your cervix, making you want to crawl forward a bit to relieve the pressure. Sanemi knew you well enough by now to hold your hip with his other hand, that way you couldnât move. Sanemi is careful to not let his emotions get the better of him, you had done such a good job trying to remain quiet, now it was his turn to do the same.Â
He leaned forward, placing open mouth kisses down your spine before straightening again, hips drawing back half way before sliding forward again. He started slow, finding his rhythm in slow and deep thrusts. Your body rocks forward with each movement, until your shaky arms give out beneath you and you fall into the mattress. The position is even better in Sanemiâs eyes, his hands immediately grabbing either side of your hips to angle himself better. The slow drag was intoxicating to you, your mouth parted as quiet whimpers slipped past your lips, drool seeping out of the corner of your mouth as all your energy was focused on keeping your lower half up. Sanemiâs teeth sunk into his lower lip, face dusted pink as his head fell forward to watch himself disappear and reappear inside of you. You could feel him twitching, nearly in time with the way your body involuntarily clenched around him. Your whimpers turned into moans, half muffled by the way your face was pressed into the mattress, arousal dripping down your thighs. Sanemi was groaning despite his efforts to remain quiet, hips speeding up as his pleasure pulsed through him. He wasnât going to last long at all but he wasnât all that bothered by it.Â
âSanemiâŚâ You whined quietly, clit throbbing in need despite the stimulation you had been given. He caught on, hand snaking around your front and disappearing between your legs. You hissed as his fingers found your clit, rubbing it just as you had wanted him too but quickly reminded of how overstimulated you were. âOh fuckâŚâ You slurred, head burying in the mattress as you practically sobbed. Sanemi didnât stop, biting down harder on his lower lip in effort to silence the noises he was making, but it was increasingly difficult with the noises emitting from you. The build up in your gut is becoming nearly unbearable, your hands clawing at the sheets as you cried out into the mattress below you. You came hard around him, walls stuttering around his length and interrupting his rhythm. Though it was the final push he needed, unable to contain himself as his hips drew half way out as he began to cum, shakily they pushed forward, bottoming out completely. His grip on your hips loosened, his muscles feeling like jelly as he moved to sit on his knees. You were pliant in his grasp, letting him guide you into a position that was comfortable for both of you until he felt like pulling out.Â
âWe⌠we got carried away.â his tone is soft, for the first time since he turned it on, he noticed the white noise he was playing. You pulled your face from the mattress, shakily wiping your mouth as you tried to turn to look at him. âYou think?â your voice is shaky, all you wanted was sleep at this point but there was one issue. âThe bed is a wreck.â He comments softly, finally realizing how damp the comforter was beneath his knees. âThatâs your fault, I warned you.â You grimace, there was no way you were going to be able to sleep feeling as sticky as you did. âYou got me thereâŚâ he laughs softly, slowly pulling out as he goes soft. âI take full responsibility for giving you a good time.â You roll your eyes, body aching as you roll over and move to sit up. âIâm going to shower, you figure out the bed⌠and no joining me this time.â It had become a habit at this point for Sanemi to take care of the ruined bedding and then join you in the shower after. âWhy not?â he whined, a pout forced on his lips as you glared at him. âMay I remind you we are at your familyâs home? With your mother and siblings?â You hissed, trying to remain serious but failing miserably when his cheeks turned pink. âDid you really forget that fast?âÂ
âNo! Shit okay maybe a little.â You roll your eyes, moving about the room to find something to cover yourself so you can walk down the hall to the bathroom. âDonât forget to take out that piercing, itâs a bit obvious.â He laughs as you say that, watching as you throw his shirt over your head. âYeah, yeah I know. Iâll take care of everything but if we arenât sharing a shower, make sure youâre quick.â It was his last little dig to maybe convince you to let him join. Instead you just nod, uttering a quiet âYou got it, captain.â before heading out the door. You make your way down the hall, wondering quietly how he would be able to get new bedding on the bed without raising suspicions from his mother in the morning.
Naturally, you figured it would be impossible and the small woman would tease you endlessly. The thought had heat rushing to your cheeks as you flicked the lights on and shut the door behind you. It took you a second but you managed to figure out the shower, setting it to a comfortable temperature before moving towards the bathroom closet. Sure enough, the closet was stocked with towels of various colors and some even had designs printed on them. That made you chuckle, especially when you noticed a few famous cartoon characters on some. How cute. Â
You pulled a towel out of the closet and set it on the bathroom counter, carefully pulling Sanemiâs shirt over your head and dropping it in the hamper. You had to admit, showering alone was quite lonely but it cut your time in half. You managed to scrub your skin clean, wash your hair and condition within fifteen minutes. By the time you stepped out and wrapped the towel around your body, Sanemi was knocking at the door. âShit I wasnât fast enough.â His tone was a whisper, making you laugh softly as you pulled the bathroom door open. âBetter luck next time.â You pat his shoulder as you walk past him, ignoring his little huff as you re-enter his bedroom.
The bed was made with a new comforter, tucked half way down so you could just slip into it. You placed your towel on the dresser, moving to put on a t-shirt and underwear before towel drying your hair the best you could. You were practically throwing yourself down onto the bed, laughing softly when you realized the white noise was still playing. You managed to stay awake until Sanemi returned, hair damp as he went through his dresser to put on a pair of boxers. You watched with half lidded eyes as he placed the novelty piercing back in the back and put his regular one back in. âDo you want to keep the white noise on?â He looked amused as you nod.
Sanemi turned off the lights before crawling into bed beside you, chuckling softly as he realized how small the bed was compared to the one in your shared apartment. Not that you really minded, immediately rolling over to wrap your arms around his midsection lazily. Your legs tangled together, his arm snaking under your head while the other found its home over your waist. âWhat did you end up doing with your bedding?â you question softly, sleep pulling at your mildly aching body. âI put it in the wash, which may just be more damning for us in the morning but hopefully my Ma is the only one to catch on.â He chuckles softly, as you groan.
âWhat a great first impression.â you snort into his chest, unable to stop your smile when you feel his chest rumble under your cheek. âOh please, you can do no wrong in her eyes, she loves you.â You couldnât deny that, after less than a day being in her presence, Shizu was already like a mom to you. âI suppose youâre right.â You hum lazily, eyes closing as sleep drags you further down. âGood night, pretty girl.â Sanemi whispered softly, feeling your body relaxing into him. âGânight, lover boy.â just barely audible, as if your mind was working on autopilot. Sanemi smiled, eyes shutting as well, enveloped in the warmth you and his childhood bedroom had to offer.
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Midnights With You
Prompt: You can't sleep and your boyfriend's lap looks too comfortable
Characters: Kozume Kenma, Reader
Genre: Fluff, comfort?
Word count: 551
A/N: I wrote this at work so please do not expect much, I'm just here to fuel your delusions. Also I didn't proofread this so I'm sorry if there are any errors
Aside from the clicking sounds of a keyboard, the room was otherwise silent. You lay aimlessly on the bed as you scrolled through your phone, your eyes taking in the various contents social media had to offer.Â
It was pushing 2am, and you knew very well that you should be going to bed soon, but you couldnât bring yourself to sleep for some reason.Â
Looking up from your phone, you took in the sight of your boyfriend focused on the computer screen, his fingers moving expertly across the keyboard as he played his game.Â
Right. He did tell you there was a new update today so that was probably why he was so set on playing it tonight.Â
The lights at his table had been dimmed to a comfortable setting, one which he knew you had no problem falling asleep to. He was also a quiet gamer for the most part, so why was it you couldnât fall asleep?Â
Perhaps there was a lingering feeling of you wanting to spend more time with him, but the two of you had already been out the whole day - both of you visited a cat cafe this morning and proceeded to go to a gaming pop-up exhibition that he had been looking forward to for weeks. You acknowledged that he had spent a good chunk of his time with you, and you also understood that he needed his alone time to wind down, which is why you didn't object when he told you he wanted to spend the night gaming.Â
So why were you being so needy right now?Â
You found your body moving unconsciously, and before you knew it, you were standing by your boyfriendâs side. He sensed your presence and immediately looked up from his game, his eyes meeting yours. Just a quick glance and he could tell you were exhausted, your shoulders were slumped and your eyes were about to close. Given he was smart, so he also concluded that somehow you had problems falling asleep despite the optimal environment he set for you.Â
Naturally he removed his headphones and adjusted his position in a way that you had easy access to his lap. He gestured for you to come take a seat and you felt your body falling into his, your head finding a comfortable position on his chest as you wrapped your arms around his waist.Â
âKenmaâŚâ you mumbled.Â
You felt one of his hands rubbing circles on your back, while the other held your head close to him. You felt so comfortable it was almost therapeutic.Â
Kenma went back to his game shortly after, and you could vaguely feel his arms moving, but his body was relaxed.Â
âHe must be winning right nowâ you thought to yourself.Â
You weren't sure how long more you stayed awake, but you remembered falling asleep soon after - which was unfortunate because Kenma wore the faintest smile on his face and his cheeks were tinted a soft pink, a rare sight which you were not able to witness.Â
âI guess the gaming can waitâ Kenma softly mumbled to himself before turning off the computer. Gently his hands found themselves in the same position as before - one hugging you tight and the other holding your head close to him.
Very soon he too, fell asleep.Â
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| WHITE DRESS + JING YUAN.
+cw. â f!reader, established relationship, arrange marrige, fluff, pining, banter, teasing, suggestive content , mention of feixiao :D
+wc. â 1k
+syn.â a peek in general Jing Yuan's married life with you.
+notes. âcan be read as stand-alone but if you wish to read the other parts can be found in my masterlists | redirect to blog navigation.
Jing Yuan had a very mundane morning routine before you walked into his life. Thatâs how he used to keep his sanity at bay. Being the General of Xianzhou Alliance's Cloud Knights for centuries, fighting and protecting his people he had rather grown comfortable in it. He is just too used to zone uproars and war turbulence but it has been peaceful for a while. He likes that. Thatâs why he is taking it easy. But when you came into his life he was on edge again. He has something to protect, something belonging only to him. It was like walking on a wire again. Surprisingly, you filled the boring gaps in his mundane morning routine.
Jing Yuan wakes up at seven oâclock in the morning, like he usually does but he is naked under sheets ever since he got you as a wife but that is not the case on all days. But often he wakes up to an empty bed running his hands on your side of the bed with a soft smile over his face that has a warmth of morning dews because he gets to spend the whole night with you after work. Itâs not easy to have this abundance of mundanity for a man of such power, wealth, status, and responsibilities. He is more happy than he was before. He waters the plants, sinks in the lap that nature has to offer, and then gets ready for workâ and that is when he first sees you. He used to wear his armor all alone before he married you, thinking that if he died people would mourn him, people would miss him, people would remember him but that is all they will do for the rest of the generals too. He is not something special. But with you in his life, he feels special. He has someone to come home to, someone who would be too devastated to live if he died on the battlefield. He does not do anything except coordinate his movements so that you can easily put on his suit but there are days when he throws tantrums. The whole corridor gets filled with giggles on days like that, your giggles especially.
âWait,â Jing Yuan grabs you pulling you into his body. His hands immediately lock you in an embrace. âLet me take a good look at my wife.â This. This few minutes where there are no lingering staffs or any sort if interruption is an absolute bliss for him. He touches his forehead with yours as you refuse to look at him, playing with the brooch on his collar. He knows you feel shy at first. He always have to get you a little worked up to be comfortable but that denotes him off because it might be just a kiss to you but he is going to think of it for the rest of his day, wide awakeâ no dull moment in his life. You are the cure to his boredom. Despite such yeaning agony swelling in his heart, his lips wrap around yours. It's wet, coated with longing. One of your palms moves under his jaw and he knows his time is up. He pulls away with a groan.Â
âIâll set the table, yeah?â you mumble unlocking his hands easily now. If you hadnât given in so easily like how you used to he would have ended up having you cave in to his cravings before he goes to work. Yeah! Thatâs how he is. You leave him in the room to get to work as thinks back to one of his most fond memories of you. Ever since he caught you having a midnight snack alone in the kitchen after few months of marriage,he demands to eat the food cooked by you. It was one hell of a night. It wasnât the sex that set this night apart from others. Sex was good, of course, but amongst those dim lights, when you were busy stuffing your mouth with the food you freshly cooked as he stood beside you holding the plate for you, all he wanted was to protect you, your happiness, and your sadness â everything related to you. Â
Jing Yuan sits to dine as the staff sets the table while you stand aside keeping rapt attention if anything is amiss. âWait! you forgot something. he calls you out. You tilt your head and wait as he adds, âa kiss!â You immediately look around to see if any of the staff heard your husband or not but now they are all gone. They know better than you. Did he really forgot what happened in the dressing room? You saunter towards the table thinking its better just to give in rather resist; as you stand by his side, and lean to place a dry kiss on his cheek and then you turn on your heel to walk away.
âJust on my cheek?â Jing Yuan enquires with surprise in his tone as he stops you by grabbing your hand. Finally, you chuckleâ ah! what a time to be alive.Â
âFeixiao is waiting. I got her message.â You sit on his lap encapsulating your free arm around his shoulder while he refuses to let to of your other hand. âI have already made her favorites. Your too, loveâ He kisses your hand as you keep going onâ and it's packed. I do have a lot to do today. The staff are getting lazy. . . â Ah! He remembers how you were so silent during the first few months of marriage. Not that he is complaining but he is just. . .blessed to see this side of you. He does not particularly fancy sweets yet is but he feels nauseous at this point since you are too sweet for him. Oh! How can he ever deny you? He can deny sweets but not you.
You feel the gaps of your fingers being filled by his fingers. âcan we stay like this a while longer?â Jing Yuan asked as he kisses the back of your hand.Â
âYou know we canât.â You watch him pout a bit so you are compelled to add, âCome home soon.â
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boothill punishing reader for calling him âjust a fucktoyâ so he turns them into one :3
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ÂˇË ŕź âĄ authorâs note! : ignore the fact that i forgot boothill cannot curse SHHHHH. but itâs finally done and im too tired to proofread this ;-;
friendly banter was a given in your relationship with boothill. you couldnât help yourself to the free entertainment as the cyborg was forced to get creative with the troublesome filtering system that was installed in his mechanical body, much to his annoyance.Â
every swear word he spat out, every nasty phrase thatâd slip off his tongue would become the polor opposite. itâd make you chuckle a bit hearing him call you the sweetest names with reluctance in his voice.Â
you on the other hand, often have a whole field day with it. spewing out sarcastic and maybe creative remarks just to rile him up even more, only to burst out laughing at his failed comebacks. it was a constant spit for spat that would last until one of you gave up and ended it with a soft make out session or cuddling in your shared bedroom. however, thereâs an invisible line in the sand, one you wished you couldâve seen.Â
another back and forth, like usual. as the more aggressive you got with boothill, so does your language. you teetered on the edge of your own teeth, slowing coming at his little fuck upâs like his heavily filtered system and his obnoxious munching of his own bullets. the ranger would shoot back with his own attempts, only passing off sarcastic and subtle remarks about that mouth of yours. the tension in the air only grew thicker and thicker before your words finally cut it in two.Â
âI dunno why you should be talkinâ bootie, after all, you're just a fucktoy! âĄâ
a cackle bursted from your lungs, as you tried to catch your breath. while you were stuck in a state of victory from having the last laugh, you didnât quite catch the sudden silence that washed over the room until a chill shot at the back of your neck. turning your head, you were met with an unamused boothill, jaw clenched and eyes burning holes into your skull. your laugh diminished into tiny nervous sounds as the machine promptly marched his way to you, ignoring your babbles and apologies as your back pressed against the wall. you understood quickly that despite the unhinged nature of your verbal play fights, thereâs a line that shouldnât be crossed.Â
a raspy chuckle tickled your eardrums. âme? a fucktoy? now look whoâs talkinâ sweet thing..âÂ
boothill, now wearing a hungry grin on his lips, promptly threw you over his shoulder with a harsh smack! on your ass. before you could protest, you were chucked onto the nearest soft furniture he saw, in this case being the couch.Â
the window in front of it showing off a dazzling view of Penacony, the perfect place to show you off. it didnât take long for your clothes to be torn clean off by his metal fingers and discarded on the floor while you whined loudly. something that warranted a palm over your pouty lips.Â
âshh, now now doll..i donât think fucktoys can speak. Now can they?âÂ
he spoke with faux sympathy traced in his tone, as you could only lie there helplessly while his cold hands traced your delicate flesh. boothill was an unpredictable man, some nights he takes it easy while the others have his more cynical nature leak through, tonight being the latter. you screwed your eyes shut once pleasure crawled through your skin, the ranger prying and poking at every sensitive corner of your body. from his ice cold fingers pinching your hard nipples, to his shark-like teeth nipping at your neck.Â
âa-sll this..over an insulââÂ
âshut it.âÂ
you flinched, unable to prepare yourself for what the machine had in store for you. you nearly forgot how hard he can be, until you felt something poking at your thighs.Â
seven rounds, and he had yet to stop.
your jaw went slack so long ago, nothing but incoherent words and pleading coming out of your fucked out mouth. the taste of his spit lingered on your tongue which rolled out and is now pressed against the glass with the rest of your naked body.
âAh..! B-Boothill! T-Theyâll see uhâus!â
you whimpered, unable to string two words together without a sharp thrust ripping another sound out of your throat. through blurred vision, you could see Golden Hour in all its glory, praying that nobody spots your ilicit act with the ranger. your knees buckled, already weak from how long youâve been standing without a break as boothill snapped his hips against yours while his teeth sunk into your shoulder for what seemed like the upteenth time.
âyou think i give a crap doll? now keep that pretty mouth shut like i asked.â
he hissed in your ear, squeezing the plush of your thighs that were littered with teeth marks. you mewled, feeling the knot in your stomach snapping once again and throwing you into another intense orgasm. your hand curled up into a tight fist, almost banging itself against the foggy glass as stars filled your vision. a raspy chuckle was all you could hear, courtesy of an insatiable and spiteful boothill. he watched as you lost balance and fell onto his metal chest, breathing heavily between sobs.
âawee..~ tired already, doll?â
he cooed, you just wanted to sock his stupid smirk off his face. instead, you pouted, letting out an annoyed whine as you squirmed from his cock simply sitting inside you without moving an inch.
âmaybe watch that tongue next time, honâ. then iâll go easy on ya.â
he laughs, before pressing your limp body against the messy glass again and snapping his hips against yours with his relentless pace. feeling your brain melting from the overwhelming amount of cock heâs stuffing into you, you could only hang on for dear life as boothill made you eat your own words.
quite literally too.
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Level 3: âStay Still!â [Dry humping] for Kinktober.
⤡âšâfyodor d. x afab! reader.
âšâSynopsis: it's your own roman empire, where you and fyodor continually indulge in lust-fueled escapades during important meetings.
âšâWarning: Ĺsfw, mdni, smĹłt, dry humping, agoraphilia, risky sex/secret sex, orgasm control, praise kink..etc.
âšâWord count & a/n: 1k, animated lines by @/cafekitsune. this was a very fun level to write honestly, a sweet thank you to bb rem @remlionheart for beta reading, ilysm<3
âstay quiet, Đ´ĐžŃĐžĐłĐ°Ń (dear). if they notice, iâll stop, and you wouldnât want that, right?â
that might be the last coherent thing you hear before fyodor starts his meeting with nikolai and sigma. youâre face-down on the cold, rough metallic table, wobbling body pressed between him and the edge, feeling a familiar, simmering need flooding through your senses. three agonising months of work have kept him busy, and youâve missed him terribly. so, if this is the closest you can get to feeling him? then fucking be it.
you grind your bare folds against his clothed bulge, the friction sending your whole body numb with pleasure. it feels too good, almost overwhelming, and you canât hold back the quiet whine that escapes your lips.
â...we'll need a distraction, something to divert their attention while nikolai can execute our plan.â the russian states calmly as if your pussy is not soaking the hell out of the fabric of his trousers at this very moment. honestly, you can't fathom how he maintains such composure while you squirm beneath him, desperately trying to stretch out the pleasure thatâs building quickly in your lower belly. maybe you can hold out until the meeting is over.
youâre doing your utmost to hang in there.
âthe weretiger is an easy target...ânikolai exclaims, on the other hand, sigma is already rolling his eyes in boredom, clearly frustrated that they still havenât addressed his casino issues yet.
you squeeze your eyes shut trying to drown out their conversation, focusing solely on the one command fyodor has given you: âdonât cum until I say so.â
such a cruel man he is. why? because he's slowly grinding his hips back against you, he knows that you're desperately close, it's in his nature to push all the right buttons, only to leave you mourning the loss of his touch afterwards.
you do your best to stifle a moan, but a soft whimper slips past your lips instead.
his slender fingers tighten in your hair, tugging just enough to make you tilt your head back, forcing you to meet his devilish gaze as he shoots you a warning glance, seeing you nod obediently, trying to stifle the needy whimpers that escape as you force yourself to slow down, biting your lip to keep quiet.
âtheir unity is what gives them strength; without it, they're weak,â fyodor continues, his left hand tightens around your hips, guiding your rhythm with maddening control, while his other hand slides down to tease your aching clit, circling it with deliciously slow, torturous strokes.
your eyes roll back, vision blurring from the overwhelming pleasure, and youâre caught between trembling restraint and the impossible need to let go. fuckăźhow can he expect you to hold back when heâs sinfully pleasuring you like this?
It's been half an hour, and youâre not sure how much longer you can hold out. an aching need swells within you as you clutch his hand, fingers intertwining with his, silently begging him to quicken his pace, desperately craving that sweet, sweet release that feels just out of reach.
once the russian has his mind set on something, no amount of begging, sweet words, or tears will sway him. his long, pale fingers slip between your folds, thumb tracing lazy circles over your clit hood to add to your mounting pleasure and you canât help but roll your hips against him, grinding harder with each passing second. you're acutely aware of the risk that his body might jolt, drawing the unwanted attention of his oblivious subordinates.
you can't hold back anymore, the pleasure has woven itself tightly within you, each pulse layered like bricks in a tower that only fyodorâs permission keeps standing, until the same bricks of bliss snap at the base of your spine once his hand, which had been gripping your hair, taps against the cold metal table twice.
itâs the sign youâve been begging the heavens for. you're now rolling your hips faster against his hard cock, finally riding out your long-awaited releaseâjaw slack, eyes rolled back, a trace of drool slipping from your parted lips as you soak his fabric, bliss coursing through you like the light of a thousand stars from the milky way.
as you shudder in ecstasy, the three of his fingers continue bullying your swelling clitâcoaxing you through the rest of your release as he draws sharp shapes on the puffy nub.
âthatâs it, my love keep that orgasm going for me.â he leans down out of the camera's field to pressing searing kisses to the nape of your neck.
ironically, the meeting continues, oblivious to your plight.
nikolaiâs enthusiastic breaks through your sweet bliss. â...and thatâs how iâll handle the weretiger situation.â
while sigma rolls his eyes, clearly unimpressed. âcan we move on? i still need to discuss my casino issues.â
clearing his throat, fyodor straightens up, his trademark icy professionalism settling back into place once more. âthen letâs wrap this up. weâll reconvene later to finalise the plan.â
you try to regain your composure, still feeling the aftershocks of erotic pleasure, as the meeting draws to a close. fyodor casts you a sidelong glance with a small loving smirk as he adds, âi trust everyone will stay focused now.â
frankly, you canât shake the feeling that your relationship wonât stay a secret for much longer. especially given how risky you both are being by engaging in sexually-driven activities like this.
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I almost didn't write this because of the amount of hate I was getting but you were so excited I figured one little addition wouldn't hurt.
Tw Cop!Danny if you don't like don't read.
It had been an offhand comment. Walker had notice the ghost boy...now man had seemed upset. Upon hearing Phantom's plight he had made the suggestion, become a cop.
Danny wasn't a fan of cops, too many bad things done under the guise of protecting and serving. But he'd failed at becoming a fire fighter. The heat from one of the training events had all but hospitalized him, which got him kicked out. Thanks to the meta protection acts and the open secret of who he was no one judged him for his weakness.
Then he tried for the Emt route, but between his poor high-school grades effecting any chances at a scholarship and the time he had to spend fighting ghosts he didn't really manage well and ended up dropping out. But hey he picked some stuff up and used that to patch people up post Ghost fights.
He considered a social worker too, but he couldn't exactly fight Ghost on the clock, and the lack of action made it a slog. After so long of being a vigilante, the need for action was a second nature. The Ghost biology needing to fight didn't help either.
Walker's idea buzzed around his head. It made sense in a weird way. He could actually help people, fight Ghost on the clock, and get a decent pay check...
His sister ever the busy body had asked why civil service jobs? Why not go for Nasa like he dreamed of. With the acts repealed and him being labeled a meta he could legally do so. But those damn grades ruined it.
So a cop be became. It was disturbingly easy to become one too. Worrisomely so. He was both good and bad at his job depending who you asked. The people despite their teasing loved him. He had always done his best for them, he only rarely used any form of violence with people, and when needed nothing more then the bare minimal to safely stop them. Hell he'd taken a few bullets from other cops to save people.
The other cops hated him, Danny didn't subscribe to the usually loyalty and standards a cop had. You did something illegal and abused your power he'd report it in such a way consequences had to be given. Yeah he'd keep his partner safe, and did his job well but he broke the status quo. He also made the whole force in Amity look bad. He was so good he made them look incompetent.
But despite all he did Danny wasn't free from the social scrutiny. Both from the living and the dead. Ghost mocked him for becoming lame and joining the cops. Humans just went with the stigma, not unfairly so; and it just fueled him to do his job better. To prove to people that just because he wore a uniform he wasn't full of hate.
Apparently he did his job too well. At least that's what he assumed as he sat in an office a Green Lantern in front of him. "So let me get this straight, you want me to become the face of a civilian branch of the Justice League?" Danny was still bitter about all the help he didn't get as a budding child hero.
"Yes, your work as both a cop and a meta dealing with supernatural threats has gained an online following. We want people to know that we work with the authorities and accept metas in non-hero jobs." Hal could tell the man was suspicious of him. Which wasn't unfair since the league seemed to always recruit metas into hero jobs.
"You wouldn't have to do more then you already do aside the occasional press conference." He continued.
Danny sighed and thought on it, this would secure his job that he knew was on the chopping block due to his 'insubordination'. They couldn't fire him without a major backlash if he had the Justice League on his side. But he didn't like the idea of being some sort of symbol. He just wanted to help protect people, and maybe throw some punches with some ghosts. He was a simple man after all.
"Fine but I want the medical benefits the League offers." Medical was expensive, and while Danny healed faster then the average person that didn't effect the initial bills. And he had to go to the hospital for paperwork's sake.
"That can be arranged." Hal was just glad he didn't get the expected rejection from the ex-teen hero.
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ŕ¨ŕ§ÂˇŕŁŕŁŞĚË đŹÂ sharing a bed with them đ¸
feat.: Dazai, ChĹŤya, Ranpo, Fyodor, Nikolai, Sigma
content: pre-relationship bed sharing, flirty/mildly sexual implications
It's truly unfortunate that, while on a mission for the Agency, you have to share a bed with DAZAI â or so you think, at least. He doesn't share the sentiment in the slightest, instead smiling as innocently as possible the moment his gaze falls onto the single bed in the hotel room booked for the night. While he pretends to offer you the bed, he'll guilt-trip you about the couch being way too short for his long legs and about his back already aching until, eventually, you give in and share it with him.
Naturally, he gets into your space more than necessary at night, pretending he's asleep while cuddling close to you, given how, then, you can't cuss him out for wrapping an arm around your waist and burying his face in your neck, breath warm against your throat. It's worse that he knows if you won't get any amount of sleep whatsoever, much too busy with fighting off arousal while he's pressed flush against your back.
âHm? No, it's alright. I don't mind taking the couch. What kind of man would I be if I let you sleep on there? Still, it's just â it's way too short and hard. Couches this uncomfortable shouldn't exist, really. I doubt I'll be able to get even a wink of sleep tonight, what a shame.â
When there turns out to only be one bed in the hotel room you're supposed to stay in for the night, CHĹŞYA doesn't even hesitate before offering you the bed, immediately going for the couch instead. He won't accept any protests either; no matter whether you're worried about his comfort or just think it's polite to refuse his offer, he won't allow you to spend the night on a sofa. He's not making a huge deal out of it and, if you keep being annoying about it, he gets more and more exhausted by the minute.
Eventually, he might give in to the idea of sharing the bed. He has no trouble keeping to himself â or so he believes, because, once he's actually asleep, softly snoring into your ear, he's moving wildly, one leg eventually thrown over your body, arms stretched out. If you mention it to him in the morning, his cheeks flush soft pink.
âHm? The fuck you mean, you'll be taking the sofa? Definitely not. I'm already here â and I don't mind. Go lie down and get some sleep. We've got a busy day tomorrow.â
RANPO, the very moment he steps foot into the room, decides he wants the bed to himself. The idea of taking the couch doesn't even cross his mind; instead, he makes his way over to the bed all too quickly, though, when you end up either glaring at him or asking him to share, he just shrugs.
Really, he doesn't make too big of a deal out of sharing a bed, not even seeming a little nervous at the idea of lying down beside you for hours on end. Meanwhile, at night, he cuddles up close to you â actually asleep, unlike a certain someone â, arms wrapped around you, for once completely unaware of you being all flustered because of him. In the morning, it'll be like nothing happened, even though you can't quite stop thinking about
âWhat are you looking at me like that for? I said we can share. If you're hoping to have it for yourself, tough luck. I was here first, just saying. Just get in or move to the couch already, I'm tired.â
All of FYODOR'S decisions are based on logic; this one is no exception. If the bed is large enough to fit two people, it's large enough for the two of you to share â though, if you feel like taking the couch instead, he won't protest. That's your decision to make, after all.
While actually sharing the bed with him, it's basically like you're alone in there, anyway. He doesn't move when asleep, doesn't make a sound; it's all too easy to imagine he's not even there, even though, occasionally, a dark strand of hair might brush against your face. What you don't know, however, is that he, at night, while you're fast asleep, he takes the time to watch you up close, lilac eyes tracing over every plane of your face.
âI do not mind sharing the bed with you. I hope you feel similarly. We both are adults, are we not? I doubt this will be an issue. Just lie down.â
NIKOLAI is undoubtedly amused by the idea of sharing a bed with you. He doesn't waste a single thought towards either of you taking the sofa instead; nonsense, just why would you do that? There's a perfectly fine bed right there, and surely both of you are mature enough to share one without any issues, right? Wrong.
He makes a point of being as obnoxious as possible, cuddling close to you the very second you lie down. It doesn't help that he's both tall and strong, his arms closed around your waist so you can't even try to get away or up, and he makes a point of whining whenever you attempt to squirm away. It's going to be a long night.
âWhat's the matter? Why are you moving so much? Stop it, I won't be able to fall asleep this way. Or â ah, are you trying to rile me up on purpose? That's naughty of you, sweetheart.â
SIGMA immediately makes a beeline for the couch the second he notices the dilemma of having a double bed rather than two separate ones booked. He won't even discuss the topic with you; he doesn't want you to feel uncomfortable or forced to sleep on a sofa, so he'll do it instead. There's no whining or guilt tripping from his end; he simply accepts his fate for the night. There's worse things to endure.
If you're incredibly serious about convincing him, however, he might just give in, even though his cheeks feel a little warmer than usual when he lies down next to you, making sure there's an appropriate amount of distance between the two of you. If there's anything he doesn't want, it's you thinking he's trying to be creepy after you've decided to trust him â he probably ends up barely getting any sleep, just because he's worried about accidentally getting too close to you.
âAre you sure you're alright with this? I really don't mind spending the night on the sofa instead. ... Well, if you're sure â thank you.â
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He's just provoking us, isn't he? How can I resist when Seonghwa himself gives me food for unholy thoughts?
So, unholy thoughts of the day: You are an incompetent witch with hidden powerful potential. As your final assignment for the Lesser Demons course at the Magic Academy, you're given the task of summoning a familiar. It's simpleâa light spell, a binding magic, an exchange of consentâand there you are, the happy owner of a familiar. But luck seems to have gone against you as you use the wrong ingredient and instead of a lesser demon, you bind yourself to a creature of pure lust and sex, the incubus Seonghwa.
"What do you want from me?" Your voice trembled slightly, either from nerves or the intoxicating feeling of sweet excitement that filled your veins. And that sudden feeling of euphoria that swirled inside you, telling you the answer before he even bothered to answer you.Â
He tilted his head slightly, as if he amused you, and looked up at you with the most seductive bedroom eyes you'd ever seen. But behind the sensuality, you could see the dark purple haze of something utterly evil gathering in the depths of his pupils. His plump, slutty lips parted as he flicked his long, split tongue across them, and you could see the tips of his sharp fangs glinting in the half-light of the room.Â
"It's easy, little witch." He purred sultrily, his intense gaze burning through you, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. Your insides twisted, but not in a bad way. "I want you."
His words took your breath away, and your eyes widened as the whole situation came to you.Â
Suddenly he was so close you could feel the heat of his body. One of his hands reached up to caress your flushed cheek, long, sharp claws scratching the delicate skin, causing tiny drops of blood to appear on the outside. While his other hand ran along the curve of your waist, making you shiver.
"I want everythingâyour magic, your soul, your body..." Seonghwa dug his fingers into your flesh, pulling you closer until there was nothing between you but breath. His natural, sensual scent seduced you and made your head spin, not helped by the fact that you were completely at his mercy. Heat rushed to your face, and your legs trembled slightly. You could feel the slime starting to collect between your thighs, soaking the lace of your panties. "I want to taste everything. To make you submit to me, to corrupt this pure soul that beckons me to sink my teeth into you. You know incubuses are insatiable creatures, little witch."
His words had a greater effect on your resolve and your mind. His grip on your body tightened, his fingers digging into you with animal cruelty, and a soft, pitiful moan escaped your lips, which he immediately swallowed with his lips, inhaling it greedily, like a drug.
"It can't be..." You couldn't finish your sentence, your voice breaking, too absorbed in the feeling of him being so close, so close, that you could barely formulate a coherent thought.
"Really? Are you going to stop me?" Seonghwa let out a dark chuckle and brushed the hair from your face. His hips and chest touched your body; he was so close. The mischievous gleam in his cat-like dark eyes, shimmering purple like gems set in thick, fluffy eyelashes, told you to stand your ground, but the curve of his unacceptably plump, kissable lips as he smiled destroyed your attempts at resistance and lured you into his arms. "You are so naive, my love. I don't need your permission to take what I want because you're already mine."
You must have lost your head a lot sooner than you thought, because you found yourself nodding in agreement, overcome by the desire for him that had been building up inside you since he had appeared in your living room. "Yours."
The soft whisper of confirmation that escaped from your chest was all he needed to hear as a wide, devilish grin lit up his features before he dove down, his lips capturing yours in an instant, sending a rush of heat and electricity across the surface of your skin. You gasped for breath against his lips, your back arching as the desire in your belly twisted and tantalised, your hands coming up to grasp his shoulders. The way his mouth moved against yours made your head spin, your skin burning under his touch, and your legs tremble slightly. The way your body reacted and responded to him, you had no words to adequately describe. He was a temptation, a black hole of lust, and he had already sunk his claws so deep into you that you didn't stand a chance to save yourselfâhe was going to consume you completely.
His teeth caught your lower lip between them, and you gasped as he sucked it into his hot, greedy mouth, his fingers curling up and pressing into your flesh so deliciously that you were sure you'd wake up in the morning to find the marks they'd left. Your chest pressed against his, a shiver running down your spine as you felt the silver piercings in his nipples rub against your tits through the thin shirt and bra you wore. He'd done something to you, to your bodyâyou'd never felt so sensitive or so hungry to be touched by someone else.
He made a soft, erotic sound that reminded you of pure porn as your fingers dug into the smooth, golden skin of his shoulders, which shimmered faintly in the darkness as if studded with diamonds. Your other hand was tangled up in his long, silky, black hair. You weren't even aware that you'd moved before the back of your knees were in contact with the edge of the couch, and you were roughly pushed down. The incubus slid easily between your legs, breaking from your lips to kiss your jaw and down the column of your throat as his hips rolled smoothly, grinding his massive cock against your pussy. A soft, breathless moan escaped your lips as pleasure shot up your spine as his cock pressed perfectly against your clit through the thin fabric of your panties.Â
"There you are, little witch. Moan for me. Moan for me as if you were praying for me, because when I'm finished with you, I'm going to be the only God you're going to know."
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kageyama crushing on ushijima's fiancee.
ugh. it would be too obvious. tobio couldn't hide the blatant staring when he sees you and wakatoshi's oblivious to it but takes notice on how his kouhai and teammate is spot on when it comes to you.
starting with the photoshoot of a magazine wanting them to be the cover including bokuto and hinata in their national team uniforms. while the two were really adorable with their toothy grins and the infectious smile, it shows cause they have these unique personalities. it also applies to the two volleyball idiots besides them. the smiles were rather forced and creepy..... if you didn't know them personally and that brought you laughter behind the cameras.
your little giggles can be heard. tapping the editor in his back at the photo. shaking his head at the photo and he declares it to be good for a page and would later take another one. he can't really tell those two how to smile naturally and was that smile even natural? he also can't say cause he's too intimidated with them two. ushijima and kageyama isn't really known to smile.
bokuto got called for some urgent pr meeting. leaving hinata, kageyama and your fiance at the photoshoot. the photographer decided that it's best for them three to post and the problem with kageyama and ushijima smiling is the center of his worry. how can they make them look good at the cover and there comes you. calling them behind cameras.
âhey, toshi! tobio! smile!â showing them with your smile from behind the photographer. the two stoic pro-athletes look at you and they melted at the sight of you beaming up a smile at them. their faces relaxed and a smile directed to you is given then followed by a flash from the camera. you can hear the photographer and the editor muttering. something about âgood griefâ and âfinallyâ. satisfied at the outcome and the smiles of kageyama and ushijima were finally pleasing to them.
the following set ups and the poses were all good that it's natural to see them at ease. their confidence and the air of being the best and strongest player are felt in the picture that even pumping a fist in the air is incredibly praise for being that easy and so when it was time to wrap up. you approach the two. placing a chaste kiss to your fiance's cheek which he returned a kiss to your lips and wrapping his arms around your plush waist possessively.
greeting the setter, kageyama froze as if his body commanded for it to turned stiff when you spoke to him. your voice sending shivers down his spine and he's staring at you intently. studying the movements of your face and he can see the every curve and tick of it.
his cheeks turning red and it was hard to control the blood flowing when you're so close and it didn't help that your soon-to-be husband and his teammate is finding his reaction to be suspicious. âare you okay, kageyama?â ushijima asks him and he's nodding his head off before excusing himself.
the adler's setter closer the door behind him and he sees himself staring at his reflection at the mirror of his dressing room. he imagines that it was you who was there for him not ushijima, not for anyone, just him. he may be an idiot who can't quite grasp at others own feelings but he also feels things that you do to him and he's certain it's not a harmless crush to him anymore.
the matches hurts too. he seeks your presence and when you're near you just knock the breath out of him without you knowing. how could you. you got only eyes for ushijima and the ace also.
would that be same if he was in ushijima's place? basking in your very presence that you couldn't care what the others may think and see and be lost in each other's presence. that it's enough to lift one's spirits and love each other or what it might be.
cause for the first time, kageyama discovered that losing a match isn't the same as yearning for someone who doesn't feel the same.
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DAY 27: CHALLENGED ACCEPTED | SEMI-PUBLIC SEX & EXHIBITIONISM KINK
you've given your boyfriend a challenge: go through the day with a vibrator in him. he's sure he'll complete it with ease but he realizes it may not be as easy as he thought.
â ࣪. â¤ď¸ PAIRING ⸝ itadori yuji x reader
â ࣪. â¤ď¸ WARNINGS ⸝ dom!reader, semi-public sex-ish, exhibitionism kink, use of a vibrator, begging, teasing, a lil palming
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Itadori Yuji has always been up for a challenge and you know it. Most of the time, he usually completes it with ease which results in him bragging to you all day, annoyingly so.
So you decide to propose a interesting one that you think you have a good chance at winning to him.
"Y-You want me to wear a vibrator in public?" He sputters out a answer in shock, a faint blush on his face. His eyes dart to the small toy in your hands and the remote that controls it. The smirk on your face lets him know that if he declines, you'll definitely tease him for it.
"What? Too hard for you to accomplish? Too... risky?" You raise a eyebrow at him and he shakes his head immediately, his cocky and confident nature coming back to him. "Of course not! I-I can do it for the entire day if I wanted to, [name]." The last part of his reply makes you pause.
The entire day? Your mind quickly starts to think of what he would look like at the end of the day full of you teasing the vibrator in him. Will he barely be able to stay composed? Would he fall apart and beg you to help him sometime throughout the day?
You shake your head to get rid of the thought. "Is that a challenge?" Itadori widens his eyes when he realizes what he has said. But being with him for ages now, you know that he wouldn't take it back. So instead, he nods.
"So all I have to do is to make you fall apart using the toy and have you give up and you just have to stay composed and last the day, yeah?" He hesitantly nods and you smile, handing him the toy and keeping the remote for yourself. He stares at the toy with a pout, knowing that he's in for a surprise.
"Challenge accepted, then."
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So far it's been a couple of hours and you're unsurprised at how composed he's being, assuming that his massive pride and ego are mainly keeping him from giving up. The thought has you rolling your eyes.
He's barely raised any suspicion from others- well, that's if you don't count the couple of stares he's gotten at his red face and stumbling. Though you've decided to give him a small break now that you two are at a grocery store.
While you're calm and collected as you survey the products on display, Itadori on the other hand can't help but be jittery and anxious. His eyes dart to you, waiting to catch you with the remote in your hands.
While you're calm and collected as you survey the products on display, Itadori on the other hand can't help but be jittery and anxious. His eyes dart to you, waiting to catch you with the remote in your hands. At any time, you could catch him off guard and turn on the vibrator and it'll be embarrassing if you made him let out a whimper in public. Your challenge with him has been harder than he thought, and it quickly became one-sided.
All day you've been edging him with the toy in him. Whether it's turning it on low first before suddenly bringing the vibration setting to high or turning it on high for ages until Itadori swears that others will hear the vibration sounds if they get too close, you always turn it off right when he's about to cum. After all that, he's barely been able to hold it together, not when you've denied his release a couple of times already. He knows that you could suddenly turn the vibrations on to the max and make him cum right then and there if you wanted to but he knows you wouldn't do that just so you could have some fun with him.
"Itadori?" He snaps out of his thoughts when he hears you say his name and turns around to look at you.
"Yeah? Do you need-Â hmph!" The shock of pleasure abruptly hits his body when you suddenly turn the toy onto a high setting and Itadori's knees almost buckle at the sudden pleasure. He has to stabilize himself with a hand on the shelves behind him to keep himself from falling. An old lady looks at him with worry but he quickly gives her a smile and a dismissive wave.
Holding back a whimper, he accidentally squeezes around the vibrator, sending pleasure up his spine. His dick quickly becomes hard and he squeezes his eyes shut, the pleasure only intensifying.
"ah! o-oh god"
When he opens his eyes, he looks at you only to see an innocent smile on you though he knows better that you're anything other than innocent. You're the one who proposed this idea and the one controlling the vibrator in him, the one who has control over the outcome. He could get caught at any moment if he let out a loud noise or did something suspicious. Yet, for some reason, Itadori can't help but feel the excitement bubbling in his stomach. Does he want to be caught? No way, he thinks. But the twitch of his dick at the thought has him thinking otherwise.
You giggle at the sight of him and make your way towards him, cornering him against a shelf. Thankfully both of you are at the back of the store so there won't be many people around. With a hand barely stabilizing him, his face red as tomatoes, the quiet sound of vibrating coming from him, and the way he stares at you with pleading eyes that either beg you to stop or let him cum after so long, the sight has your stomach burning from desire.
If someone were to see the two of you, they would probably assume something innocent, that maybe you two just enjoy pda. But of course, they would be far from the actual truth.
"Are you handling it alright, baby?" You coo at him and Itadori widens his eyes when he notices out of the corner of his eye the remote in your hand. "P-Please-"
You tilt your head, feigning confusion. "Please what, Itadori?"
"Please uh- Please t-turn it off, I c-can't cum here!" His eyes are filled with panic when he feels his orgasm approaching quickly. "Why? Don't you want to cum so bad though? I've been holding you back all day, haven't I?" While it's true you have, the embarrassment of cumming in a store where there are people around has him shaking his head. The loud sounds of other people in the store flood his ears and he whines, his hands flying to your shoulders to grip onto.
"No? You don't?" You move closer to him and you move your mouth beside his ear to whisper in it. "Is it because there are so many people around? If you cum right here, right now, someone can just turn the corner to this aisle and notice how red you are and the wet stain on your pants and be able to guess exactly what happened here. But you'd like that, wouldn't you? Getting caught?"
He gasps at your teasing words and the way his dick twitches in his pants again. Your hand goes behind him and on his ass before feeling around for the vibrator in him. When you finally find it, you slowly push it deeper inside, making Itadori quickly cover his mouth with his hand to silence any noises that would bring people to the area. He feels the hand hover over the bulge in his pants and his breath hitches.
"W-Wait not here!" You grin as your hand begins palming the bulge in his pants, quickly feeling a wet stain start to appear. To see Itadori who's usually so composed, so cocky, all flushed, and barely able to stand up by himself right now in public has your heart racing. A small cry leaves him when he feels the vibrator become even more intense than before, grazing the spot in him that makes his legs weak.
"F-Fuck fuck!" You shush him and shake your head at his outburst. "You have to be quiet or we'll get caught, okay? Don't you want to cum?" Hesitantly, he nods at you.
"Could I? Please?" You laugh. "But that'll mean you lose the challenge, doesn't it?" Itadori lets out a whine at the mention of the challenge. That's the last thing he's thinking about right now, all he wants to do right now is cum!
"D-Don't care, let me cum please!" He shoves his face into the crook of your neck, muffling the noises and whatever he tries to tell you. But with the remote still in your hand, you suddenly turn off the toy and take your hand off his bulge.
Itadori lets out a muffled sob at the loss of pleasure as you coo at him. "You can wait a little more, right? You'll be good for me, won't you?" He nods quickly and you peck his cheek with a smile.
"Be a good boy for the rest of the day, okay? I'll reward you if you're able to keep it together." He nods with a whimper and you back away, pretending as if nothing ever happened mere seconds ago. He swallows and shivers at the feeling of the vibrator in him turning back on, not having realized that it turned off before in the first place.
He never wished for the day to end faster than ever. All he can think about is what you'll do with him later.
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